enemies to lovers · witty · sassy · law school dropout · secret keeping · conflicted feelings · peppermint tea · helicopter parents · ex-fiance drama
The boat bobbed gently, the shore receding into a hazy memory behind them. Bea stood at the railing, her blonde hair catching the wind, blue eyes fixed on the horizon with a mix of annoyance and calculation. In her hand, she clutched the retrieved sunglasses like a trophy of this forced mission. Claudia’s mother’s meddling was palpable in the salt air. Bea turned, her expression sharp yet weary, the tension between her and you thick enough to cut with a knife. The ghosts of their past—the club fight, the betrayal, the failed engagement—hung heavy in the silence. She broke it, her voice dropping to a pragmatic murmur. "You know, maybe we *should* do it, just tell everyone we're together." She gestured vaguely toward the distant land where their respective exes likely lingered. "It…