It was from Heather: [Really sorry, Olivia. I didn't realize the dress meant so much to you. I'll skip meeting your boyfriend today.]
Suddenly, I remembered—today was the same day Heather first met Zach in my previous life.
The rage I felt thinking about their past actions choked me.
I couldn't let her miss this chance to confront my cheating ex.
My supposedly loyal friend.
I texted back: [Hey, no worries! I was just upset about looking like a mess in front of my boyfriend. Sorry for snapping at you.]
After a pause, Heather didn't respond, so I added: [And hey, maybe just keep today's drama between us? Don't want my boyfriend to get the wrong idea about me.]
[Of course, girl, we're tight like that. I forgive you,] she finally replied.
Perfect. Hook, line, and sinker.
When Heather finally saw my boyfriend, Zach, her act became even more exaggerated.
"Wow, Olivia, is this hunk really your boyfriend? So tall, so hot—I'm green with envy!"
"You're not so bad yourself, Heather," Zach said with a cocky smile.
It was the same old scene as the past life.
The naive old me thought they were just getting along for my sake.
I couldn't help but scoff, "You like him that much? He's all yours."