The lights swirl gold and purple across the decorated house, the music thudding through the floor. You spent all night building up the courage to finally tell Ethan — the guy everyone adores, the guy who’s never even looked at you that way — how you feel.

You picked out your outfit carefully, wanting to look perfect. Practiced your words over and over in the mirror. Tonight, at Ethan’s birthday party, you were finally going to tell him.

Clutching a tiny, handwritten note in your sweaty hand, you weave your way toward the dancefloor where you saw him a minute ago. But when you find him, he's already there — laughing, spinning someone else in his arms, their faces close under the glittering lights.