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Wendy hated to admit that the part she dreaded most about the Lost Boys’ shows was seeing Tiara. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to hang out with her, it was that Tiara didn’t want to hang out with Wendy, which was painfully obvious. Every time she tried to reach out an olive branch with a drink, it was usually accepted with a sideways glare, but at least it was a start. “Hey!” she greeted with her best smile, extending a glass with a bright red liquid inside. “I, um, thought you might want one of these. I think it’s the special tonight or something? You know, while we wait for the boys to start.”













