Emily Carter laughed carelessly and winked at her with complete confidence.
"Stop joking," she said with a teasing smile. "Everyone in Averton's social circle knows that Mr. Garcia is famous for going seven times in one night. How could he possibly be… early? Early what, exactly?"
Isabella Cruz watched her friend's playful expression and realized that Emily Carter seemed genuinely determined this time.
Instead of laughing along, her face gradually grew serious.
"Emma… I know that ever since what happened five years ago, you've been carrying a lot in your heart. But you really don't need to push yourself like this. In today's society, who still cares about that thin layer of membrane?"
She paused, her voice soft but firm.
"If someone truly loves you, they won't care about your past. And if I ever find out who that bastard from back then was, I'll be the first one carrying a knife to settle the score for you."
She sighed.
