âDamn, I can already tell youâre going to rock Coachella just by the way you walked in here, looking all prideful and gorgeous. Can we talk about your outfit? Wow, I meanââ Victoria turned around and looked at them. âYou thought I was talking to you? Wrong, I was looking at myself with Snapchat filters. Never judge a book by its cover.â she said, cracking up and pouring herself another drink. âYou want some of this? I was referring to the drink, by the way.â
Brooklyn giggled. âYet here I was about to thank you, what a disappointment.â she sat down next to the female. âNo, thanks. Iâm planning on staying sober tonight.â














