LIVIA

“I said I’m not going,” I repeated, my voice flat. Her grip tightened on the broom..“Don’t even try that,” my mum said. “You are going.”

I let out a small scoff.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said. “Unless Tristan is the one taking me.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Stop dreaming,” she snapped. “He won’t be your date.”

I tilted my head slightly, watching her. “What are you going to do if I don’t go?” I asked quietly.

She didn’t ...