Chapter 54: Gun shot

The day before the Winter Gala arrived like an unwelcome guest, dragging along a heavy weight I couldn't shake.

I lay sprawled on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, the mental exhaustion creeping into every part of me. My thoughts replayed the same frustrating loop…

Darcy.

She'd become a permanent fixture at Sebastian's side, a constant shadow with perfect hair, impeccable outfits, and that goddamn smile of hers that we're doing nothing but taunting me!

I hadn't gotten a single opening to approach Sebastian again, not that I hadn't tried. Every time I so much as glanced in his direction, there she was, glued to his side like some smug, immovable obstacle.

Even thinking about it made my stomach twist with frustration and defeat. What's the point? I thought bitterly.

I was fighting a battle I couldn't win.