POV: Ariana

Mom failed...

So did Williams and I. Freddie won, the cunning tricky bastard!

I sat on my bed, the pattern of the duvet swirling in a chaotic mix of reds and golds, mirroring the turmoil bubbling inside me. My hands trembled from adrenaline and a mix of anger and frustration. The air in my room felt heavier, thick with bitter defeat. Each replay of the day's events grinded down on me as I tried to wrestle my thoughts into something coherent.

He fucking won. I can't believe that Freddie beat us all to the prize. We have been planning this move for so long, but none of us...