When their worlds collide, they discover a connection that challenges their perceptions and pushes them into uncharted territory.
But with danger lurking around every corner, Violet and Jack must decide if their love is strong enough to overcome th...
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Violet pov
Years had passed since that night, but the memory of it was still vivid in my mind. Sam and I have stayed friends, just like we promised we would, but things had never quite been the same. We never brought the topic up again. It was the right thing to do, for Rebecca, for our friendship, for all of us.
Rebecca's long red nails, sharp and perfectly manicured, tapped impatiently against her arm, as if she was barely holding back the urge to say something. The red of her nails matched the deep, bold shade of her lipstick, which contrasted sharply with her pale skin. Her eyes glared at me with an intensity that made me want to look away.
She was dressed beautiful, as always. A sleek, black leather jacket hugged her frame, giving her an edge that seemed almost dangerous. Underneath she is wearing a red blouse that accentuated her figure, paired with black high waisted jeans. Her heels clicked against the floor as she stepped further into the shop.
Her hair, once a soft chestnut brown, was now fully blonde, styled in loose waves that fell over her shoulder. It was a change that suited her, though I don't remember her like this.
As she approached the counter, the scent of roses and lilies seemed to clash with the tension she brought with her.
"Violet," Rebecca said, my name tasted bitter on her tongue.
Her eyes swept over the place, taking in the bouquets, but there was no warmth in her gaze. It was as if she was searching for something to criticize, something to tear down.
"Nice place you've got here," she said , her tone laced with sarcasm. "Looks like everything's coming up roses for you, doesn't it"
I swallowed, trying to ignore the sting of her words. "What brings you here?"
Rebecca's lips curled into a smirk, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Just thought I'd drop by and see how you're doing. After all, it's been a while since we last talked .. really talked."
Her emphasis on the word "talked" made it clear that she is wasn't here for pleasantries. The tension between us, unresolved and simmering for years, was finally coming to a head, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to face it.
"So, this is what you've been up to? Following in mommy's footsteps, huh? I guess some things never change."
Her words stung, but I forced myself to stay calm. She didn't know. She had no idea that mom was gone, and the causal way she threw her name around felt like a knife to the gut.
"Mom's not here anymore, Rebecca," I said quietly, trying to keep my voice steady.
Rebecca's smirk faltered for a second, her eyes widening in surprise before she quickly composed herself.
