“It’s fine,” I roll my eyes. “Hey, so I was thinking…”
“Uh-oh,” she grins. “That’s never a good sign.”
I ignore her. “And my parents bought this old castle recently—”
“They bought a castle?” She interrupts, her voice in a whisper-yell.
“Well, yes, but it’s rather small. Anyway, they’re done renovating it. Well, they found people to try and get it as close as possible to its original place. And it won’t be used until summer, that’s where I’ll celebrate my birthday. Want to go check it out?”
“For what purpose, exactly?”
I shrug. “A sleepover? A tea party?”
“Are we ten years old?”
A small gasp comes from my lips, and I’m deeply offended. “Excuse me, but don’t tell me you’ve never thought about what it would be like to be in a castle with your friends, running around in gowns and having tea?”
“I can’t say that I have.”
“See, this is why I need Grace right now.”
“You called?” A voice comes from behind me, and I flinch. My head snaps to the side, and I spot Grace and Lila.
Grace’s wearing a mid-length, azure blue dress. Her hair’s pin straight, all of the tattoos on her arms fully visible. She has quite a few, and my God, do they look good on her. I know I’d never be able to pull them off. She has a wide smile on her face and a cocktail in her hand already.
Lila, on the other hand, has a suit. Pants, blouse, and a blazer, and she looks like she came straight from a movie. Her pink hair’s pulled back in a tight ponytail, but she definitely seems off. She’s more reserved than usual.
“Thank God, you’re here,” I sigh as the two girls take a seat. Lila slides into the high chair next to me, and Grace sits next to Avalon. “Please tell Avalon that you’d want to spend a night in a castle, pretending you’re a princess.”
“Oh, sign me in,” Lila chimes in, a soft smile tugging on the corners of her lips. “I’ve dreamed of that since I was ten.”
I give Avalon a pointed look. “See? It’s not just me.”
She rolls her eyes. “Fine, fine. We’ll do it.”
“I’m in, too,” Grace adds. “Now, where’s Micro?”
“I wouldn’t know,” I mutter.
“And you don’t care, either,” Grace waves her hand dismissively. “Besides, aren’t you cozying up to Damien as of late?”
“We’re friends.”
“Uh-huh,” Avalon piques, snorting. “If I had a male friend who was looking up and down to find me a bag that costs over twelve grand, I’d definitely reconsider my ‘friendship’ definition.”
“How do you know about it?”
Lila chimes in, rolling her eyes. “He asked every girl in our year if they knew where he could possibly find it, and if there was anythingsimilar if he didn't. But the bag you want is one of a kind, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen something similar.”
Grace nods. “What Lila said. He definitely has a thing for you, and you’re too blind to see it. Maybe if you stopped trying to end Soren’s life, you’d see other things, and actually be able to enjoy your life.”
Avalon snorts into her glass. “Says the girl who convinced her that spiking his drink and tattooing his chest was a good idea.”
Grace shrugs. “Hey, I presented her with an idea, and she went with it.”
“And you gave me the equipment,” I take a sip of the martini. “But that’s irrelevant. I have a handful of months left before we graduate, so I'll definitely make the most of it next semester.”
“Sure you will,” Lila drawls out.
