Suddenly, the tide shifted. Someone muttered, "No wonder. Jeremy’s girlfriend didn’t seem respectable from the start."
Another added, "With that figure and that foxy face, she reeks of trouble. Everyone here knows Miley's story. She’s just a fruit plate trying to come ashore!"
I stood at the door of the private room, frowning as I listened to Heather Hall’s ridiculous lies. I had been dating Jeremy for over six months, yet this was my first time meeting his so-called "childhood buddy," who had just returned from out of town.
When I first arrived at the party, I politely greeted her, but she didn’t even acknowledge me. Instead, she gave me a judgmental once-over, her eyes narrowing in disdain. Then she wrapped her arm around Jeremy’s neck, flashing a grin.
“You’re lucky,” she said to him, loud enough for everyone to hear. “She’s so beautiful, but be careful she doesn’t drain you dry.”
I could sense the hostility hidden behind her seemingly carefree attitude, but I brushed it off at the time. However, as soon as Jeremy stepped out to move the car, she wasted no time in spreading her rumors.