urn. She wasn't alone. She had gathered her friends, and t
oice dripping with false cheerfulness, "we should
it. Her eyes were fixed on Alaina
ch twisted. "I
ook, a subtle, reassuring glance that told her to trust him. Left with no
flair, she gave it a spin. Alaina watched it whirl, a dizzying vortex of green glass and gold foil
ad across Cori's face.
blic humiliation. Truth was a minefield. S
rial hush that was somehow louder than a shout. "Perfec
like a grenade in th
l waiting, hungry for the drama, expecting her to say Derrick's name. They wanted to see the scanda
he felt like she was standing on a clif
he didn't deserve. It would humiliate him, and even now, after he had shattered her hea
uld she say? Th
n. He was watching her, his expression unreadable, his posture relaxed
n her mind. It was insane. It was
her chin and met Cori's venomous stare head-on. Her voice was cle
ke," she announc
hat followed
is was not in their script. They had come for a tragedy about forbidden love fo
She risked a glance at Julian, her stomach clenching in terror. This was it. He wou
she saw it-the muscle in his jaw tha
the table. He gently tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, his fingers bru
lding a meaning she couldn't decipher. A sl
w, intimate murmur meant for ev
ds were
eny it. He
red. Her perfectly constructed plan had just b
he was doing this, playing along with her insane, last-ditch lie.
led her to her feet. "The game's over," he announ
y walked through the gawking crowd, his expression remained smooth and unread
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