Ms. Chaos Meets Mr. Serious

Haven

The leather seats of the Valeriane’s SUV felt too expensive for my jeans, even if I was dressed to kill. I stared out the window, watching the tropical greenery blur into a smudge of emerald. Beside me, Estelle was humming, oblivious to the fact that her father clearly wanted me anywhere but in his car.

Mr. Valeriane hated me. It wasn't a secret. He thought I was the "bad influence" dragging his honors-student daughter into the gutter because I had a habit of letting profanities fly when I got excited. But here I was, crashing a high-end resort party for a cousin I’d never met.

"I shouldn't be here, Estelle," I muttered, my voice low. "Your cousin doesn't even know I exist. I’m going to look like a stray cat at a dog show."

"Shut up, Haven," Estelle nudged me. "You’re eighteen. You’re gorgeous. Just pretend you own the place."

I looked down at my outfit. I’d gone all out. Beneath my cover-up, I was wearing a swimsuit that cost more than my monthly allowance, hugging curves I usually kept hidden. If I was going to be an intruder, I was going to be the most beautiful one there. My parents’ voices echoed in my head, a rhythmic warning: 'No alcohol. Stay sober. Don't let Estelle out of your sight.' Easy for them to say. They didn't know the itch of being eighteen and single since birth, wanting to feel something intense but being too terrified to actually dive in.

The car slowed to a crawl as we entered the resort gates. White sand, turquoise pools, and the kind of people who smelled like old money and expensive sunblock.

I was lost in a daydream about finding someone—someone who could finally make me want to break my own rules—when a sharp sting on my thigh snapped me back to reality.

"SHI—!"

Estelle’s hand slapped over my mouth before the curse could echo through the car. Her eyes were dancing with mischief.

"We're here," she whispered, her palm still warm against my lips.

"Estelle, you go first," Mrs. Valeriane said from the front seat, her tone clipped.

We scrambled out of the car. The heat hit me instantly, thick and humid. The moment the door clicked shut, I swung my hand and landed a solid smack on Estelle’s arm.

"Why would you hit me like that?!" I hissed, rubbing my own leg where she’d stung me.

Estelle just laughed, clutching her arm while she led the way toward the main pool area. "You were spaced out. I had to bring you back to earth somehow. Come on, I think I see Angelica."

The party was a sea of tanned skin and designer eyewear. I felt the weight of a hundred stares, or maybe I was just projecting. We navigated through the crowd until a girl with a blinding smile intercepted us.

"Estelle!"

"Happy birthday, coz!" Estelle pulled the girl, Angelica, into a tight hug. "You look incredible. Seriously, look at