MIMI

I turned at the sound of Vivienne’s voice. She wore a green flowing gown almost identical to mine. Except hers was tighter, shorter, and far a more revealing alternative of my dress. Her eyes flicked from her dress to mine, and a cunning smile curved her lips.

“We’re wearing almost the same thing,” she said, just as the cameras around us shifted focus to me, clearly waiting for a reaction.

I didn’t have proof, but I knew she’d done this on purpose.

If I snapped, I’d be branded immature, while she’d play the innocent victim who “accidentally” wore something similar.

“We are,” I replied smoothly, forcing a gleeful smile....