Page 19 of Loving Lauren

The morning after the club, Sierra’s phone lit up with chaos. It was a buzzing that came only from one place.

? The Chaos Coven ?

Raven: So. Spill it. Don’t make me drag it out of you.

Calliope: Confess, darling. My wine is poured and waiting for gossip.

Jett:Sooo... was it lip action or just long stares and tragic poetry?

Sierra:Rude. We danced, we talked, and maybe I fell a little harder.

Jett:Sooo... was it lip action or just long stares and tragic poetry?

Sierra:Rude. We danced, we talked, and maybe I fell a little harder.

Jett:That’s it? No steamy details? You’re killing me here.

Sierra:Unlike some people, I don’t broadcast my love life to the group chat every weekend.

Raven:Drag him harder. Man lives for attention.

Calliope:Sierra, queen, you voiced the collective truth.

Jett:Hey, I’m an open book. And that book has excellent reviews. Okay, but seriously, she’s officially one of us, right?

Calliope: Without question. Time for a rebirth. Rise, new chat, rise!

Jett: RIP Chaos Coven. May she rest in memes and midnight thirst traps.

Raven: Long live... wait, what do we call it?

Calliope: The name must be iconic. Etched in legend. Sparkle included.

Sierra: What aboutThe Inner Circle?

Jett: Say less.

Sierra: Making it now. Hold, please.

A moment later, she invited Lauren into the group chat.

? The Inner Circle ?

Jett: New chat. Who dis? Upgrade unlocked.

Calliope: Welcome to The Inner Circle, Lauren. No takesies backsies.

Lauren: I am honored. I’ve heard stories.

Raven: Lies. Except the cartwheel in boots. That disaster is canon.

Sierra: It was a spontaneous moment.

Lauren: Honestly? I respect the chaos.

Jett: We have one sacred tradition.

Raven: Weekly movie night. Sierra’s place. Attendance mandatory. No excuses, no mercy.