Brie

Monica arches her brow as she plucks another petal off the flower she’s been defacing for the last ten minutes in relative silence. She’s precariously perched on the railing of the upper deck, with an insane drop to sudden death beneath her, yet she doesn’t look the least bit fazed by it.

Me, however?

I adjust my position on a crate nearby, neatly crossing my legs and refusing to look over the railing and the lagoon below.

“Afraid of heights, Princess?”

“No,” I rush out, but the word wobbles. I straighten my back, brushing invisible dust from my dress, and fix her with a cold look. “I’m not.”

“Come...