Tonight, the club was closing forever.
Lena turned her head. In the weak light, her eyes held a quiet fire. "That's the first stupid thing you've ever said." She reached out, her calloused fingers—from years of counting coins and breaking up fights—brushing a strand of hair from Gabbie’s cheek. "We could be something new. Something we chose, not something the club made us." gabbie carter, lena paul
The Aster was a dying thing. Its marquee, once a blazing jewel of neon pink, now flickered like a weak heart. For ten years, Gabbie Carter had danced on its sticky stage, her platinum ponytail a comet trail under the dim lights. And for ten years, Lena Paul had counted the money in the back office, her sharp green eyes missing nothing. Tonight, the club was closing forever