**The Heart I Buried for You by Serene Lockwood**
**183 I Really Do Envy You**
As they stepped into the private booth, the atmosphere was alive with the soft hum of laughter and the clinking of glasses. Violet was comfortably sprawled on the plush couch, her slender fingers effortlessly scrolling through her phone, completely absorbed in her digital world. The light from the screen danced on her face, illuminating her features with a soft glow that only emphasized her celebrity allure.
Around them, a server was busy opening bottles of wine, the corks popping like celebratory fireworks, while he arranged vibrant fruit plates that filled the air with a sweet, intoxicating aroma. The mingling scents of ripe berries and crisp apples created a warm, inviting ambiance that contrasted sharply with the knot of anxiety tightening in Zelena’s stomach.
It had been ages since Zelena had last seen Violet—those fleeting glimpses on television or social media hardly prepared her for the reality of Violet’s stardom. Now, she was a bona fide celebrity, radiating a dazzling confidence that made Zelena feel almost invisible. The sight of her old friends, Deanna and Violet, only intensified her sense of being an outsider in this glamorous world.
A wave of insecurity washed over her, creeping in like an unwelcome shadow. “Violet, it’s been a long time,” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she feared breaking the spell of their reunion.
Violet, having just wrapped up a text to a brand partner, looked up at the sound of her name. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, come on! Are you really going to tear up over some loser? He’s probably having a good laugh at your expense right now.”
Deanna, ever the supportive friend, reached for a slice of juicy watermelon, grinning as she chimed in, “Guess that makes you the love guru, huh?” The lighthearted banter floated through the air, easing the tension in the room and allowing Zelena to breathe a little easier.
With a resigned sigh, Zelena sank onto the couch, feeling the plush fabric envelop her. “I know, but I can’t help but think—how could my taste be so awful? If I’d never crossed paths with Felix, none of this would have spiraled out of control.”
Violet, never one to sugarcoat her words, leaned forward, her expression serious. “Listen, Zelena. You grew up in a different world than me and Deanna. You had everything handed to you, and people treated you like a princess. That’s why guys like him can get under your skin so easily.”
Zelena felt a lump forming in her throat, memories of her past flooding back. “Deanna, thank you for today. And please, do extend my gratitude to that pureblood Alpha for me as well.”
At the mention of Luis, Violet’s curiosity piqued once more. Ever since Deanna had abruptly ended their last call, she had been itching to uncover the details. “Oh, what’s this intriguing secret I’m missing out on?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

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