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Chapter 33

New Year's Delight

Evin

New Year’s Eve had been more intense than Evin ever could have imagined.

The euphoria still lingered in her chest, that electric buzz of excitement, the tingling sensation that Bas had left in her veins. It was a feeling she hadn’t just enjoyed—it was one she had craved, far more than she was willing to admit. Far more than she ever should have.

It had been a long time since she had felt this alive.

After spending a few days without seeing her friends, the silence around her had started to feel suffocating.

She grabbed her phone and texted Milka:

We need to getout.

Shopping?

I need new stuff, and I’m sure you do too.

Evin grinned.

Clothes, her better half, and maybe a little snack.

That sounded like a solid plan to get back into the mode she had loved so much on New Year's Eve.

Her phone lit up with a reply:

Milka

I’m in! When and where?

She still felt high on the past few days, and she wanted to hold onto that feeling—to share it with Milka.

Milka and Evin stood in the cramped fitting room.

The air buzzed with excitement, a soft crackle beneath the rustling of fabric and the quiet clicking of hangers.

Milka glanced at Evin, who stood in front of the mirror, pulling the tight leopard-print dress over her slim frame.

"Damn, you look good!" Milka grinned, twisting in front of the mirror, adjusting her sparkly top.

Evin studied her reflection, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her face.

She felt it.

That small, sharp rush of triumph. The past few months had taken their toll—emotionally and physically.

But in a twisted way, the nights with Sergej had given her something unexpected.

Before, she had struggled to finally drop below 130 pounds.

Now, she was down to 119.

The thought brought a small, bitter smile to her lips.

Milka shot her a sideways glance.

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