She giggled, then popped a lollipop back in her mouth. Okay, before you tell me no, I already cleared it with Ash.I frowned. Cleared what?Ash is throwing a little New Year's Eve party at her house. It's just going to be a few of us. Daemon is going.Uh, I doubt Ash is okay with me going to her party.No, she is. Dee pinged around the living room like a captured butterfly. She promised she'd be cool with it. I think you're growing on her.Like mold, I muttered.
by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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In this excerpt, a character is in conversation with Dee, who is excitedly trying to convince her to attend a New Year's Eve party that Ash is hosting. Dee assures her that Ash has given her approval for the protagonist to join the small gathering, despite the protagonist's initial reservations. She playfully dismisses the protagonist's hesitations and emphasizes Ash's willingness to welcome her.

The protagonist remains skeptical, thinking that Ash might not genuinely be okay with her presence at the party. Dee's enthusiastic nature contrasts with the protagonist's more cynical view, as she humorously expresses her doubts about Ash's feelings toward her. This exchange highlights their different perspectives on social dynamics and friendships within their group.

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