Vivian put on a worried face. "Paige, my brothers genuinely like Naomi. You don't need to go pick a fight with her on my account."
"No, I'm doing this. Someone needs to stand up for you tonight."
Paige squeezed Vivian's hand reassuringly and headed off toward Naomi.
Vivian watched her go, something entertained flickering across her face.
"You're Naomi?"
Paige arrived in front of her, chin lifted, sweeping a dismissive glance over her outfit. "You're seriously wearing that to Vivian's birthday party?"
Naomi recognized her instantly for what she was Vivian's loyal best friend, here for a fight.
She met Paige's stare, unbothered. "What exactly is wrong with what I'm wearing?"
The question caught Paige off guard for a beat.
"Look around. Nobody else is dressed this plain." Paige's exp
