I was never the kind of girl people remembered.
Not in a cruel way—just… invisible. Easy to overlook. Easy to forget.
By the time I was sixteen, I had mastered the art of blending in.
Laugh when others laugh. Don’t ask for too much. Don’t expect to be chosen.
Then Violet chose me anyway.
She sat next to …
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