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Griffin held his phone to them. A smile spread across his face as he noticed the color drain from each of their faces.
"W-what?"
"The corpse of the person my boyfriend sho...
The sun sank lower over the sprawling estate as we walked out the main door into the driveway. The fleet of sleek cars stood in perfect formation, ready to take us to the hangar. Around us, staff moved with quiet precision, loading luggage and ensuring every detail of our journey to Monaco was seamless.
I checked my watch, briefly noting the time, before returning my hand to Olive's. My outfit was practical- a white shirt, grey hoodie, black pants, and black puffer, ideal for the chill that clung to the air as snowflakes drifted lazily down.
Olive looked effortlessly stunning, as she always did. Black pants and a white crop top lay underneath a cozy grey jacket. A matching grey scarf was wrapped around her head and neck, keeping the winter cold at bay.
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Her hand brushed against mine. She hadn't said much since we left the office. Something was bothering her but it was clear that she wasn't in a talking mood and I wasn't going to force her into a conversation.
The others joined us outside after a few short minutes, all dressed appropriately for the weather and the trip ahead.
Wyatt adjusted his scarf, his eyes sweeping over the group before he grinned. "Alright, there's something I've been thinking about for hours and I need answers."
"Please no," Jordan muttered.
"No, seriously," Wyatt continued, practically vibrating with excitement. "What souvenirs do we think I'll come home with after the gala?"
A collective sigh rippled through the group, but Griffin was the first to answer. "None."
"Come on," Wyatt whined, throwing his hands up. "I need a memento to remember our trip, don't I?"
"Don't your souvenirs usually involve missing limbs?" Miles deadpanned.
"Okay but I'm literally just a guy." Wyatt frowned, causing Alexis to stifle a laugh.
"A diagnosed sociopath." Jordan reminded him.
"Hey, I didn't tell anyone you murdered your father so why are you outing my secrets?" Wyatt huffed.
The group collectively froze, turning toward Jordan with varying degrees of shock and confusion. All except for Griffin and I-we'd already known-and Kat, whose hand moved gently up and down Jordan's arm, her eyes soft as she stood steady beside him.
Jordan sighed, his expression unreadable. He never talked about his past. Ever. But seeing Kat unaffected next to him, made it clear-she knew.
I caught myself smiling a little. In her, Jordan had found something rare: a safe place. Someone who didn't need him to explain, who just got it. The same thing I had found in Olive.
"Anyways," Wyatt interrupted loudly. "Like I was saying-"
