But tonight wasn't about spreadsheets or sexting shorthand. Tonight was Madison. Tonight was her perfectly orchestrated double date.
Tommy and Mia were on their way, blissfully unaware that their lives were about to get an upgrade from basement-level chaos to cinematic chaos.
"They're here," Madison said, spotting them before I did. "Holy shit, Peter. Look at Tommy."
I turned and nearly choked on my wine. The guy who'd worn the same anime shirts since middle school was strutting—strutting—toward us in a suit that probably cost more than his mother's first car.
The twenty grand I'd slipped him wasn't an investment; it was a masterstroke.
'From basement dweller to GQ model. Money really is the ultimate glow-up. Hogwarts couldn't have taught this.'
