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Biana's POV:

Biana had always known there was something between Sophie and Keefe. The way he looked at her? The way she pretended not to look at him? Yeah, she wasn't blind.

Which was exactly why she had positioned herself—very sneakily, if she did say so herself—behind a nearby tree, watching them.

And oh. my. gosh.

Keefe had that look on his face. The one where his usual smirky confidence melted into something softer, something real. And Sophie? She was blushing. Like, full-on, adorably flustered blushing.

Biana barely held in a squeal as she leaned closer.

Keefe reached out, brushing a strand of Sophie's hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered, and Sophie actually leaned into his touch.

Biana's hands clamped over her mouth.

"Foster," Keefe murmured, voice all soft and ugh, making Biana want to scream into a pillow.

Sophie bit her lip. "Keefe..."

And then it happened. Keefe tilted her chin up, and Sophie let him, and before Biana could even process the pure magic happening in front of her—

They kissed.

He was tilting his head, and she was smiling against him, and her hands were wrapped around his neck, his around her waist....

Biana completely lost it.

A high-pitched squeal erupted from her before she could stop herself. And then she realized.

Oh. Oh no.

Keefe and Sophie froze, pulling apart instantly. Their heads whipped toward her hiding spot.

Biana threw a hand over her mouth, but it was too late. Keefe's eyes narrowed. Sophie's face turned bright red.

"Ohhh, Vacker," Keefe drawled, turning toward the tree. "Are you spying on us?"

Biana peeked out, caught red-handed.

"Um." She smiled innocently. "I can explain?"

Sophie groaned, burying her face in her hands.

Keefe just smirked. "No need, Fangirl Extraordinaire. You got a front-row seat."

Biana grinned. "So, does this mean you two are finally a thing?"

Sophie whacked Keefe's arm before stomping away, mumbling something about never catching a break.

Keefe just laughed, running after her.

Biana? She was thriving.

She had witnessed history. And nothing could ruin her mood now.