Was she shameless, or was he somehow even more shameless than she could ever hope to become in her entire life?
Honestly, considering she had stood there watching the whole scene play out; watching the ridiculously handsome boy she'd accused of stalking walk away from her with more dignity in his stride than she currently possessed in her entire moral inventory; — Evy was beginning to suspect that she might actually be the worse person between them.
Which was deeply and structurally offensive.
"Well," she muttered to herself, walking through the quiet upper hallways with the soft click of expensive heels on polished marble, "I'm apparently a stalker now. Congratulations, Evy. Really outdoing yourself tonight."
The glow from her phone reflected softly across her face as she walked, painting her features beneath shifting shades of blue and silver while the lights dimmed around her in luxurious evening ambiance.
