Skye's POV
The night passed in a blur of stolen laughter, twinkling lights, and Eva’s constant nudges and whispers that made me giggle like a girl I barely recognized. It was the kind of laughter that bubbled up unexpectedly, free and light, untouched by fear or shame. For a few hours, I wasn’t the omega sweeping crumbs under the rug—I was just Skye, in a dress that shimmered and spun, twirling under the golden glow of fairy lights.
Eva was a lifesaver, hovering close like a guardian angel with glittering heels and unapologetic sass. She made sure I drank water between every glass of fruity punch, even as I resisted. But I’d still had more than I usually dared.
Enough to make me a little light-headed.
A little too warm.
Enough to make me a little light-headed.
A little too warm.
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