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incandescent light from the antique lamp post behind Ariadne made her look like an angel on fire, with her long auburn hair making a nice contrast against her tanned skin and white tank top paired with cropped shorts.
    Ariadne’s eyes widened when she saw Bree’s attire. “Oh God. It’s prom night ?” Dylan knew about this , she realized.
    Despite everything, Bree couldn’t stop herself from grinning at the appalled tone. It was one of the reasons they enjoyed each other’s company. Normally, Ariadne hated anyone Andre or Dylan dated.
    “I know,” she said wryly. “But it’s my last year in high school so I figured I should attend this.”
    Ariadne was beginning to think her coming here was a bad idea. It just wasn’t fair to argue Dylan’s case when Bree was clearly doing her best to move on. In the less than two weeks that Dylan and Bree had been apart, the younger girl had noticeably lost weight and had dark bags under her eyes attesting to sleepless nights.
    “You know what? I totally think this is the worst time for me to visit. Forget I came here.” 
    Bree grabbed the other girl’s hand as Ariadne turned away. “Why did you come?” Just asking the question made her feel anxious and she couldn’t understand why.
    Ariadne shook her head. “It’s nothing. I was just really going to say I think Dylan’s a bastard for what he did, that’s all.”
    But the other girl couldn’t look at her in the eye as she spoke. Bree said baldly, “You’re a horrible liar.”
    “Look, just forget I said anything—” The look in Bree’s eyes made Ariadne squeeze hers shut. No, no, hell no. She wasn’t going to let Bree’s puppy brown eyes get to her—
    “ Ariadne , please.”
    Hell. 
    Without opening her eyes, Ariadne said, “I wanted to say that…”
    Bree held her breath.
    Ariadne’s fingers clenched. “If you’re waiting for Dylan to come running to ask for forgiveness, he won’t.”
    Before Bree could say anything about it, Ariadne raised her hand, a sick feeling on her face. “There’s something you have to know about Dyl – something he’d never tell you…”
     
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    Dylan tossed back his fourth shot of whiskey, the liquor burning its way down his throat. But its heat couldn’t compare to the fiery sensation residing in the pit of stomach – a sick sensation that had stayed with him since he had learned Bree hated his guts.
    But being a fucking masochist, here he was, in the same hotel hosting the senior prom for Bree’s school. Thinking about Bree in the arms of a boy from her class – some fresh-faced jerk who would do his best to take her virginity in his backseat – made him clench his teeth hard.
    With a muttered curse, he swung away from the one-way window of his VIP suite which overlooked the entire lobby of the hotel.
    He lowered himself to the couch and grabbed the pen and paper from the coffee table. Closing his eyes, he tried to concentrate on making more music, but nothing came to him.
    He heard the door open. “You went to Bree, didn’t you?” He had known just by looking at Ariadne’s face earlier that she had planned to plead his case with her. He had also known it wouldn’t make a fucking difference. 
    No girl would willingly take someone back when that same person couldn’t even say sorry—
    “Yes, she did.” The voice, shaky but beautiful and familiar, made Dylan suck his breath in. He twisted around in his seat, wondering if missing Bree so much had made him start hearing things.
    But it really was her.
    She looked like a goddess of seduction in her red silk and lace dress. It had a full skirt at the back and an extremely short layered skirt in front. Combined with her lipstick-red stilettos, it looked like she had her entire legs on display.
    Bree looked exquisite, but what made him feel like someone had sucker-punched him was her eyes.
    She looked like she still loved him.
    When Dylan’s face whitened, Bree knew that he understood what she was