“Still acting tough? Refusing to admit defeat until you hit rock bottom, huh?” Phoebe sneered. “Don’t forget our little bet—if your so-called ‘perfect date’ doesn’t show up or fails to impress, you’ll have to get on the floor and squeal like a pig!”

Irene’s face turned ashen.

She regretted her impulsiveness and bitterly cursed herself for agreeing to such an absurd and humiliating wager.

If Dustin did not come, she would be forced to crawl on the ground and oink in front of everyone...