LENA.

“No one’s looking at me, Mia. This was a mistake.”

I had to raise my voice over the bass. The club was packed, bodies moving under red and purple lights, but I felt invisible in the worst way. The short black dress clung to every curve I’d spent years hating. Men glanced past me like I was furniture. My best friend, of course, already had two guys competing for her attention at the bar.

Mia leaned in, lipstick perfect, eyes sharp. “They’re looking. You’re just still seeing yourself through Tyler’s bullshit. Give it time.”

I didn’t believe her. My skin still felt raw from the way Brittany had looked...