The next night, Veronica hosted another party at La Bonne Nuit, the speakeasy underneath Pop's Chock-lit Shoppe. The speakeasy was buzzing with excitement, filled with Veronica's bridesmaids and best friends: Olivia Baker, Tabitha Tate, Emily Cooper, and Mindy Chen. The only one missing was Betty Cooper, after the fallout the night before.

Veronica was trying to enjoy herself, laughing with her friends and savoring the ambiance of the speakeasy. However, as she turned towards the bar, her mood darkened. There, acting nonchalantly, was Betty Cooper, getting a drink.

Betty approached the bartender, who refused to serve her. "Sorry, Betty. We don't serve people who betray Veronica."

Betty's eyes widened in disbelief. "What are you talking about?"

The bartender gave her a knowing look. "You called her a bitch last night. That's not something friends do."

Betty sighed, her frustration evident. "She was being unreasonable. I didn't mean for things to get this far."

The bartender shook his head. "Doesn't matter. You crossed a line."

At that moment, Veronica spotted Betty and her blood boiled. She marched over, her friends trailing behind her.

"Betty!" Veronica shouted, her voice echoing through the speakeasy. "What are you doing here?"

Betty turned to face her, trying to keep her composure. "I came to talk."

Veronica's eyes narrowed. "Talk? You have a lot of nerve showing up here after what you did."

Betty clenched her fists. "Look, Veronica, I came to apologize."

Veronica crossed her arms, glaring. "Fine. Apologize. Right here, right now."

Betty hesitated, then shook her head. "Not like this. Not in front of everyone."

Veronica's patience snapped. "If you don't apologize right now, you'll never be my maid of honor. Cheryl will replace you."

Betty, feeling cornered, grabbed the microphone from the stage. "You want an apology, Veronica? Fine." She turned to the crowd, her voice amplified. "Veronica is acting like a total bitch!"

The room went silent, everyone stunned. Veronica's face turned red with anger. "How dare you!" she screamed, grabbing another microphone. "You'll never be my maid of honor, Betty. Never!"

Betty flipped her finger at Veronica, then stormed out of the speakeasy. Veronica, fuming, followed her out of Pop's Chock-lit Shoppe into the parking lot.

"Betty!" Veronica shouted, catching up to her. "How could you? This is supposed to be my night!"

Betty turned around, her eyes blazing. "You need to grow up, Veronica. Not everything is about you."

Veronica's face twisted with rage. "It's my night! My wedding is in a few months, and you need to lighten up!"

Betty's voice was cold. "I'm not going to your wedding with your skanky ass."

Veronica's anger boiled over. "You're officially out, you fucking cunt!"

Betty's fury matched Veronica's. She took off one of her shoes and threw it at Veronica. "You want a fight? Fine!"

Veronica dodged the shoe, then charged at Betty. They started throwing punches, pulling hair, and wrestling on the ground. The commotion drew a crowd, people watching in shock and amusement.

Betty yanked Veronica's hair hard, making her yelp in pain. Veronica, tears streaming down her face, insulted Betty even more. "You're nothing but a jealous, bitter bitch!"

Betty retaliated, calling Veronica names and kicking her. Veronica stumbled, falling against a blue convertible, setting off the car alarm.

Veronica got up, spitting at Betty. "You'll regret this!"

Betty scratched Veronica's face, leaving a red mark. "Consider this payback."

Betty walked away, leaving Veronica humiliated and seething with anger. The crowd slowly dispersed, murmuring about the shocking altercation. Veronica wiped her face, her heart heavy with betrayal and sadness. She knew that her friendship with Betty was beyond repair, and the fallout from this fight would linger long after the wedding.