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Knock you off the pedestal

ROSALINA'S POV

Selena, Elizabetta, Isabella, and I were lounging at the poolside of Selena's sprawling mansion, soaking up the warm rays of the golden sun. Yes, Selena Perez was my rich best friend. Her parents ran a real estate company, so yeah. Filthy rich.

Isabella was applying suntan lotion on my bare back, while her sister was floating on an inflatable unicorn bed, eyes closed as she soaked up the sun. Selena was laying on a sun lounger, beside Sammy who was fanning her using a hand fan. Sometimes I thought her parents gave birth to Sammy just to be her slave. Poor boy.

"Go get us some watermelon juice," Selena said with a dismissive wave of her hand. Sammy groaned and tossed the hand fan away before running to the kitchen to fetch us some juice.

Just as Sammy returned with our drinks, Selena's phone buzzed from the side table. She picked it up and her expression turned from relaxed to horrified within seconds.

"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting up from the sun lounger.

"It's Trist
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