Chapter 23 Preparation For The Gala

• Ophelia's POV
• "Yeah, alright. As if you don't have a crush on Dylan. Stop lying to yourself, Ava," I scoffed with my phone held against my ear as I arranged my freshly-washed clothes into the walk-in closet.
• "No, of course not. Eww, I don't like that guy, he acts too aloof and most importantly, he is a bully. Have you forgotten how wicked he was to me in high school?" Ava retorted, and I could picture her prancing around her bedroom, with flushed cheeks as she spoke about him.