Serena

I didn’t expect to see her here. But there she was, Serena, standing near the stage, that unmistakable high ponytail and ripped jeans making her look as intimidating as ever. She was laughing, confident, effortlessly owning the room. The spiked collar, chain jewelry, everything about her screamed defiance. Our eyes met, and I saw her smirk, that familiar, infuriating look that always made my pulse quicken. Memories of our old rivalry rushed back, each one more annoying than the last, yet I couldn’t look away. She gave me a once-over, like a challenge, and I felt that familiar fire building.