Zoe's POV
"Ashley… what is going on?"
My voice came out softer than I intended, almost cautious—like I was stepping into a space I didn't fully understand.
Ashley didn't answer immediately.
She moved through the chaos of her room slowly, dragging her feet like every step required effort. There was no urgency in her movements, no attempt to clean, no flicker of embarrassment. It was like she didn't even see the mess anymore. Or maybe…
She had become part of it.
"Chloe," she sighed dramatically, dropping onto the edge of her bed—right on top of a pile of fabric like it didn't matter.
"My life is doomed."
She lifted one hand into the air, her fingers stretching out as if she was painting her tragedy across an invisible canvas. "It's official," she added with finality.
"Ashremode is over."
I blinked. Once.
Okay… I had no idea what she was saying.
"What do you mean over?" I asked, stepping closer. "Ash, what are you talking about?"
