| CHLOE POV |

Amazing? No. It was infuriating, repulsive, and maddening all at once. My chest tightened as I fought to hold the mask of delight in place, pretending to be happy for Stacy while concealing the swirl of anger and rising hatred boiling inside me.

I pulled away from Stacy, forcing a fake smile onto my face.

Stacy slipped her hand into mine and tugged gently.

“Let’s join the party,” she said, her face glowing with excitement.

She pulled me into the center of the room, ...