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Mia was practically beaming, gushing about Miss Bennitt of the illustrious Bennitt family with animated excitement.

“You probably don’t even stand a chance of seeing her face, bless your heart. I mean, she’s a Harvard grad. She's way out of your

league. Word on the street is you're just a run-of-the-mill college girl. Managed to claw your way up to this point—gotta admire the

hustle, though no telling how many beds you've bounced through.”

From the moment Zoey knew Mia was hot on her trail, she braced herself for the inevitable barrage of mockery.

She didn’t bother with a response, just hobbled forward.

Mia sneered, snapping a photo of Zoey'’s retreating figure and blasting it to her clique with a hearty dose of ridicule.

[You see? Limping like a beggar.]

[This chick really thinks she’s something, doesn’t she? Daring to throw a punch.]

[She does look like a beggar, Mia. Heard your brother's getting hitched to the Bennitts? Is that because of Tyler's influence?]

The Bennitts' vast fortune made their daughter the cream of the crop, leagues beyond Zoey.

Mia kept up the chat in the group.

[My brother's ripe for marriage, and the folks are pressing him. Miss Bennitt's coming hsoon, right? Looks like the parents on

have had

little

Fitch's willingness to marry into the Bennitts likely had something to

age that Fitch could choose from, but he

mix of congratulations and

had made it to her car, her ankle

slid into the driver's seat, gazing out at the bright lights in the distance, feeling like an

she tried to fit in,

to years of family business? It didn’t stand

as she recalled the pitiful texts she'd sent

off. Every cell

through, she felt numb.

welling up at the sight of her one photo with

shared was etched in

was this all

pressed delete, but as the phone asked for

the only photo she had with Fitch. After

worlds apart. Getting close was

the photo would erase

She even created a hidden folder just

securing her memories, she tossed the phone aside and zoned out in her

pinged—a faint sound in the