𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

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Since when has JJ Maybank ever looked at me as more than just a friend?

He's clearly not doing that anymore, that's all I know.

But, to be honest, being in the friend zone was somewhat comforting.

Now I'm exposed. And scared as hell.






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"Kiara's parents sent a letter,"

I'm helping my grandma pull weeds out of the garden in tranquil silence when she suddenly speaks up.

"A letter?" I ask. "What are we, pilgrims?"

Miri chuckles. "Internet's still down. But they've invited you to that rich people party that's happening tomorrow."

I furrow my eyebrows. "Midsummers?"

"Ah, yes! That's the name."

Pulling out a weed, I laugh. "Me? At Midsummers? I don't know if that's my biggest dream or my worst nightmare."

"You should go," Miri says, "maybe you'll meet someone rich and get married."

I scoff. "Grandma, if I ever get married to a Kook, don't congratulate me. I did something wrong."

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