It was from Heather: [Really sorry, Olivia. I didn't realize the dress meant so much to you. I'll skip meeting your boyfriend today.]
Suddenly, I remembered—today was the same day Heather first met Zach in my previous life.
The rage I felt thinking about their past actions choked me.
I couldn't let her miss this chance to confront my cheating ex.
My supposedly loyal friend.
I texted back: [Hey, no worries! I was just upset about looking like a mess in front of my boyfriend. Sorry for snapping at you.]
After a pause, Heather didn't respond, so I added: [And hey, maybe just keep today's drama between us? Don't want my boyfriend to get the wrong idea about me.]
[Of course, girl, we're tight like that. I forgive you,] she finally replied.
Perfect. Hook, line, and sinker.
When Heather finally saw my boyfriend, Zach, her act became even more exaggerated.
"Wow, Olivia, is this hunk really your boyfriend? So tall, so hot—I'm green with envy!"
"You're not so bad yourself, Heather," Zach said with a cocky smile.
It was the same old scene as the past life.
The naive old me thought they were just getting along for my sake.
I couldn't help but scoff, "You like him that much? He's all yours."
I stealthily pushed Heather, sending her stumbling right into Zach's arms.
She crashed into him, and he caught her, his body tensing with a mix of shock and thrill.
There they were, the perfect picture of bliss.
I burst out laughing.
This was it, Heather—my old destiny is now yours.
As for me? I'm turning over a new leaf.
My comment broke their cozy moment.
They quickly pulled apart, each looking embarrassed.
Feigning innocence, I asked, "Heather, why'd you have to hug my boyfriend like that?"
Desperate not to look bad in front of Zach, Heather flailed, "It wasn't me—it was you who pushed!"
I fluttered my eyelashes at her innocently, "Why on earth would I push my bestie into my boyfriend's arms? I was only kidding about giving him to you!"
"I did not throw myself at him!"
"No one said you did. Sounds like you're confessing to something, huh?"
"You—!" Heather was seething.
If Zach weren't there, she'd probably have slapped me.
Watching her caught between rage and helplessness was secretly thrilling.
"Alright, enough. Let's drop it, for my sake," Zach chimed in, playing the misunderstood hero caught between two feuding beauties.