Chapter 19 Picking A Fight

• Aurora’s POV:
• As the dance ended, sweat trickled down my cheek. Betty and I exchanged wide, delighted grins.
• “OMG, Aurora, you’re literally my idol!” Betty grabbed me and dragged me back to our booth, downing half a glass of iced red wine in one gulp. “Did you see the looks those people were giving you? Even Carter—the favorite to win—came over to hit on you. The other women were so jealous; their eyes were practically shooting fire!”