Betty's POV

My mind kept on racing as I stared at Kyle and the girl.

Why did seeing him with another girl feel like betrayal, when I had no right to feel anything at all?

I felt small, invisible among the throngs of festival-goers. Every laugh and shared glance between Kyle and her made the bitter twist in my chest grow sharper. My mind raced with questions I didn’t dare ask: Who was she? How long had she known him? Why did he look at her like that?

The lanterns swayed overhead, ...