Two months later
“Hey, Meg.”
I placed my laptop carefully on my desk before sinking into my chair, my gaze immediately landing on my best friend’s face glowing back at me through the screen. The black hair framed her features so perfectly it almost startled me every time I saw it.
“Did I tell you yet that black looks better on you than blonde?” I tilted my head, inspecting her like a masterpiece. “And of course, now you look like me.”
She blushed instantly, letting out a shy giggle.
“First of all, good morning,” she said, rolling her eyes fondly. “And secondly, yes. Ever since I dyed my hair black, you have not stopped saying that. I think you should stop mocking me already, Ky.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “I’m not mocking you. I’m serious. You look so beautiful I might actually be jealous.”
“Kyla Davison, stop,” she warned, but she was smiling as brightly as ever.
I lifted my hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. Thank you. So… how are you?”
“Honestly?” she sighed softly. “Never been better. I still can’t believe it’s been over two months since school ended, and now we’re going back in less than a month.”
I glanced down at my phone instinctively.
Message from Zach.
Meg groaned dramatically. “Ky, it’s not high school anymore. It’s university. Finally—no more uniforms!”
She practically screamed, making me burst out laughing.
“You’re ridiculous,” I said. “But I really hope we get to share a dorm. I cannot imagine living with a stranger for four years.”
I typed a quick reply to Zach while she spoke.
“Well, it’s unlikely,” she shrugged, “but still possible.”
“Maybe I should ask Caleb to pull some strings,” I joked.
She giggled. “That would work—but you hate using your family name.”
She wasn’t wrong.
“You’re right,” I admitted quietly.
Suddenly her eyes lit up. “Oh my gosh, Kyla, you won’t believe who I saw yesterday.”
She was still in Italy, which meant whatever happened, I’d been asleep through it.
“Who?” I asked, instantly curious.
“Fred.”
I frowned. “Fred…?”
She laughed. “Don’t tell me you forgot him.”
“I know him?” I pressed.
“He was a swimmer. Really good.”
“Oh!” realization hit me. “That Fred. What is he doing there?”
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Weight of The Untold
RomanceIn a world where wealth hides wounds and silence is currency, Kyla is carrying more than anyone knows. Behind oversized hoodies and carefully guarded smiles, she holds a secret powerful enough to change everything-one she's been forced to protect in...
