A shadow of bitterness clouded Lance's eyes.

The crowd was buzzing, all focused on Bettie.

When Elora caught sight of this moment, a touch of envy flickered in her eyes, and she squeezed her fists with intensity.

Why?

Why did Bettie always seem to outshine her, whether it was with their peers or with Lance?

What did Bettie have that she lacked?

Amid the chatter, another voice piped up. “Bettie, are you friends with other celebrities too?"

Holding back a hiccup, Bettie began, "Oh, yes! I know quite a few Like..."

She was about to tell them the name of the celebrities

Sabrina swiftly interjected, “Bettie, have you had enough to eat?"

“I'm full." Bettie changed the topic. “Where's the wine? Any more wine around? I feel like another drink.''

"You've had enough; it's time to head home," Sabrina said.

“But I want anothe:

Bettie's voice wavered as she rubbed her temples and reached for Sabrina‘s arm. Her vision was clearly blurry.

“Enough,” Sabrina firmly replied, standing and attempting to lift

‘We need to head home."


“Come on, Bettie seems keen to stay. Maybe just a Little longer?" one of the classmates chimed in.

With a hint of mischief, Bettie gazed up at Sabrina and declared with a pout. “I'm not ready to go. I need another drink!

Exasperated, Sabrina bent down to whisper, “Do you want Elora and Lance witnessing your messy drunken antics?"