*Kaya’s POV*
The rain fell in a steady, rhythmic pattern against the windows of Angel’s car as we sat parked in the dimly lit parking lot behind the school. The overcast sky cast a grayish hue over everything, reflecting the weight of the conversation that was about to unfold. The air inside the car felt heavy, thick with unspoken tension and the remnants of my anger.
I glared at Angel, my heart pounding as I tried to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions churning inside me. Angel was seated beside me, his expression unreadable as he stared straight ahead. He wore his usual attire—dark jeans and a black leather jacket that only added to his brooding, detached aura. I had dressed up for my party that night, in a sleek emerald green dress that hugged my curves, the same dress I had chose
