I watch Serafina’s face carefully when a particularly pretty female steps up and begins to discuss a party she’s throwing next week. I think her name is Jessica? Maybe? I can tell Tristan is gauging Sera’s reaction too out of the corner of his eye, seemingly displeased when not a spark of jealousy appears in her gaze. Instead, she pulls out her phone and shoots off a few texts, smiling at whomever she’s talking to. Or maybe she’s scrolling through social media? Typing out a post? Texting a boyfriend? Jealousy swarms in my stomach like a nest of angry gnats, but I push the irrational reaction
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