Tatum Fitzgerald's life took an unexpected turn when her father ascended to the presidency, thrusting her into the national spotlight. Amidst the chaos of senior year and the relentless media scrutiny, she struggles to maintain her sense of normalcy...
Just us girls went to Nobu on Wednesday night to celebrate BK's 18th birthday. The soft glow of candlelight reflected off the sleek, dark tables, and we'd just wrapped up a round of posing for Instagram—perfectly curated, of course. I
It felt surreal that we were both on the brink of adulthood.
"How does it feel to finally be eighteen?" Amiyah asked, glancing up from her phone as we settled into our seats.
BK let out a soft laugh. "Honestly? Weird. We had this whole family breakfast before school, and all I could think about was next year. I'll be in Florida, and Miles will be...off somewhere."
Sydney paused, taking a bite of the yellowtail jalapeño appetizer. "Wait, where's he going again? Didn't he decide?"
BK smirked, her fingers flying over her phone. "Oh, he decided. But I'm sworn to secrecy until he makes the official announcement. April 1st. Twin things."
"Such a drama king," Amiyah snorted, rolling her eyes. "I swear, he loves making everything an event."
I glanced at BK, knowing more than I should. Miles hadn't exactly kept his feelings for me under wraps lately. And here I was, sitting across from his sister, playing it cool like nothing had shifted between us.
I forced myself to join in. "Florida, though? Are you ready for the college life?"
BK grinned, pushing her hair back. "I mean, it's gonna be insane. Sun, parties, freedom... What's not to love?"
"Definitely better than being stuck here," Sydney agreed.
My phone buzzed quietly in my lap. I snuck a glance and felt my stomach drop. A message from Miles.
Miles: Wish I could see you tonight it is my birthday after all.
I glanced around the table, making sure no one noticed. I could feel my face heating up, a mixture of guilt and excitement crawling under my skin.
BK was laughing at something Amiyah said, completely unaware.
I leaned back in my chair, fingers hovering over my phone, trying to decide if I should respond.
"So, Tate," BK's voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back into the moment. "You ready for senior year to be over? Big college plans?"
I blinked, snapping back to reality. "Yeah," I managed to say, forcing a smile.
"Same," she sighed, raising her glass. "To eighteen—and to whatever's next."
We all clinked our glasses together, the moment feeling almost perfect. Almost.
We were mid-laugh, sipping our glasses of champagne when BK's face suddenly shifted. Her eyes widened, locking onto me across the table.
"Oh my god," she muttered, her voice laced with disbelief. "What the hell did my brother just comment under your picture?"
My heart plummeted into my stomach. What did he do?
I fumbled for my phone, but Sydney was already on it, her lips curling into a grin as she read it out loud. "'The prettiest delinquent.'"
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