Her mother made her walk to Saks anyway, and as Kimmie trailed three steps behind Danielle on the walk to Fifth Avenue, she blamed Lolly for her mother’s inattention. Lolly was the queen of crying fits and had thrown so many tear-filled tantrums over the years that it had made their mother immune to Kimmie’s own suffering. Kimmie stoically refrained from pointing out that in her fifteen years on earth, she had probably only cried in front of her mom a handful of times, and most of them had been out of anger over losing a competition.

What really pissed Kimmie off, though, was her inability to control her crying. She had tried and tried, alone in her room in the dark of night when she couldn’t sleep any more. She’d command herself to “stop crying like a little bitch,” but it didn’t work. She knew she had every right to cry over what had happened to her at Jaylen’s party, because she was heartbroken over her experience with Vronsky. It was hard to know what stung the most, the fact that he didn’t share her feelings or that he had chosen someone else over her.

She had many hours to think about everything that had happened, and the only thing that had made her feel a little bit better was when she tried to step back and look at it all from a distance. Kimmie wasn’t blind. Anna had things she just couldn’t compete with. Anna’s beauty was exotic, far more exciting than her own fake blondeness; Anna was older and more sophisticated than she was; and, most importantly, Anna wasn’t available. Anna turned his head, and all guys love a chase. Plus, maybe competing with Anna’s well-regarded college boyfriend made the situation too tempting for Vronsky to pass up. Poor Kimmie didn’t stand a chance.

Sometimes Kimmie wanted Anna to suffer the same fate as she had, to be swiped left as soon as the next shiny object caught Vronsky’s attention. But sometimes she hoped that Anna was the girl who had the power to take him down once and for all. If anyone could do such a thing, surely it was the perfectly enviable Anna K.

Kimmie knew these scenarios were pure speculation. She had only seen Vronsky and Anna dancing together at the club for a few moments and hadn’t seen them make out. She had even asked her sister whether Vronsky and Anna had kissed at the club, but Lolly assured her they had not. Anna had a boyfriend and would never pull such a basic bitch move on the Greenwich OG. This didn’t renew Kimmie’s hope for her own chances with Vronsky, however. She had seen the way he was looking at Anna when they were dancing. He had never looked at Kimmie that way.