“Oh, my God! Henry! How are you!” Drew Main’s voice echoed in her ear, followed closely by her sister, Anna, exclaiming almost the same thing.

The two made their way to the table, flutes in hand, dressed in trendy nightclub clothing, with lots of sparkles and more jewelry than Juliet owned. Henry stood and kissed their cheeks, grasping their hands as if they were old friends. Perhaps he was making such a fuss because he hoped Juliet would have the same pangs of jealousy he had had watching her with the famous quarterback, Parker Thompson. It wasn’t working. If anything, Juliet had to wish Henry would end up with one...