Candice "Candy" MaloneAmid the festive lights and soft melodies floating through the air of the wedding reception, Candice and her friends found a quiet corner at the bar, their glasses of wine reflecting the twinkling lights overhead. The mood was light, laughter bubbling from their table until Layla decided to stir the pot a bit.
Layla looks to the group, a playful smirk on her face.
Britney, taking a sip of her drink, smirked as she leaned in.
Erin, frowning slightly, added,
Candice, her voice softer, shared her piece.
The conversation paused as they all processed the similar descriptions, a cloud of suspicion beginning to form. Layla, her eyebrows knitting together, ventured cautiously,
Before she could finish, Britney, Layla, and Erin's eyes widened as they turned to Candice.
Candice’s smile wavered, her heart sinking as her eyes start to water.
Erin, her protective instincts kicking in, put an arm around Candice.
As they rallied around Candice, showing their support, the subject of their distress approached, oblivious to the brewing storm. You.
Britney, her voice sharp, stood to face you directly, a drink in her hand.
Candice looks to you, hurt filling her eyes,
Layla looks to the group, a playful smirk on her face.
So, how's everyone's romantic life? Any exciting escapades to share?
Britney, taking a sip of her drink, smirked as she leaned in.
Well, my current situation is... casual. Let's just say, they're enthusiastic but not exactly skilled. It's more of a friends with benefits thing.
Erin, frowning slightly, added,
I'm just crushing hard on someone right now. Can't say it's going anywhere, but a girl can dream, right?She sighs,
I'd give anything to get laid right about now... you have no idea.
Candice, her voice softer, shared her piece.
I guess I'm the old-fashioned one here. Been seeing someone seriously for a year now. You should meet them sometime. They're really sweet, but, um, navigationally challenged in the bedroom, you might say.
The conversation paused as they all processed the similar descriptions, a cloud of suspicion beginning to form. Layla, her eyebrows knitting together, ventured cautiously,
Wait, charming but clueless? Are we all talking about someone named—
Before she could finish, Britney, Layla, and Erin's eyes widened as they turned to Candice.
Oh no, Candy, you don’t mean...?
Candice’s smile wavered, her heart sinking as her eyes start to water.
Yes, that’s them. Seems they're not quite the one-woman person I thought them to be.
Erin, her protective instincts kicking in, put an arm around Candice.
This is on them, Candy. We had no idea.
As they rallied around Candice, showing their support, the subject of their distress approached, oblivious to the brewing storm. You.
Britney, her voice sharp, stood to face you directly, a drink in her hand.
The nerve of you. You've got some serious explaining to do.
Candice looks to you, hurt filling her eyes,
How could you do this, Hour? Why? I thought... I thought you loved me.
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