The Lines Are Already Blurring

There’s pretending… and then there’s pretending while he watches you like he owns you.

The plan was simple: play the part, keep it clean, stay detached.

But detached doesn’t seem to be on the table. Not when she smiles at someone else. Not when she looks too good in his clothes. And especially not when the fake part starts to feel like a lie.

Emery’s caught in something she can’t define—because it’s not just pretend anymore.

Not when every glance says otherwise.