"I can't believe you're doing this on a night that was meant to celebrate you," Angela scolded Blythe, who was seconds away from bursting into tears. "The whole night is about you already, Bly, how much more attention do you need?"
"B-but I-"
"I-it's my fault, Angie," Ev said, stepping up with tears in her eyes. "I shouldn't have tripped and spilled my drink of Blythe's new dress you guys got her for tonight." Correction, I got it for her. Me. I picked it out. Because I love it when Blythe wears red. The same red that's in our club's logo. A red that makes Bly look entirely too grown up. A red that draws me in like a bull to a target. "It's a good thing it's just a silly sundress though, right? I mean, it's not that fancy, and it looks a little... too grown-up for you. But I am so sorry.
