My heart sank. “What are you talking about, Bianca?”

The corner of her mouth rose slightly as if she was disgusted. “You are such a bad pretender.” Her eyes flicked over my hair, then traveled down my body. My throat tightened; my clutch suddenly felt heavy in my hand.

“Oh, and I loved how you styled your hair earlier...” Her eyes narrowed, “What made you repack it into a bun, huh?” Her voice was flat and mocking.

There was nothing I could say that would make sense right now. She knew, so I wasn’t going to entertain her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I only came to pick...