DAHLIA 

I waited at the spot we’d agreed to meet. 

Anxious. Angry. Regret. 

I ignored that tiny twinge of regret. 

Although I had no idea why I would be angry but I was. I really was. 

I didn’t want him doing me any more favors just so he and his beloved Zoey could laugh about it behind my back and to my face, calling me names like destitute. 

I really wanted this opportunity, but no. If it was coming through Zac, I didn’t want it. Cassie had tried to stop me, arguing that I should just, for the sake of my famous future self, accept this golden opportunity and let...