I was strolling through the halls, on the way to my room, when I passed by Millie's room. Her door was cracked open and I could hear voices inside. Being the nosy person I am, I decided to listen in.

"I can't believe you, Zoë! Just say something to him!" I heard Millie say. She sounded frustrated, but, then again, she sounds like that a lot. It must be one of the side effects of wedding planning.

"Right, I'll just go up to him and go, 'Hey, what's up? Oh! By the way, I just so happen to love you. No big deal.' It's not happening, Millie." Came Zoë's sarcastic reply.

I stood there, frozen in place. It felt wrong listening to this, but part of me really wanted to know who they were talking about, especially since Zoë seemed to love him. Then realization hit me. The girl I have had a crush on since I was 13 loves someone else. Fabulous…

"I'm just saying! I can't believe you're afraid to say anything. The guy's been head-over-heels for you for years!" Millie nearly yelled.

"He has not!"

"Has too!"

"Has—Look, I'm not really in the mood to argue with you over whether or not Francis loves me." Zoë said.

My eyes widened and I started grinning stupidly to myself.

A maid walked by, noticed me leaning against a wall, smiling, and walked away, muttering under her breath.

Well, I'd say today has been pretty fantastic.