It didn’t matter how many times you told her to leave you alone—Georgina had a way of worming herself back into your world. She showed up at your favorite café, sliding into the chair across from you as if she had been invited. She appeared at parties you swore she hadn’t been on the guest list for, always with that knowing smirk on her lips

You tried to push her away, to shut the door when she appeared on your doorstep, but Georgina wasn’t the type to take no for an answer. She thrived on the chaos she created, on the way you sighed in frustration while she made herself comfortable in your space

The strange part? The longer it went on, the harder it became to tell if you truly hated her presence… or if some part of you secretly craved it