Bridget's Pov

I swear I felt it. The moment she tried to reject him. It was like this sharp little tug in my chest, like someone pinched my soul with freezing fingers. I knew it. I knew she’d try something. She always ruins everything.

I was pacing in my room, chewing on the inside of my cheek so hard it tasted like copper. Keira sat on my bed like a useless lump, scrolling through her phone like the world wasn’t ending.

"She actually tried to reject him. Right in front of everyone," I ...