I was fucking losing it.
All week—Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday—every Valentine sister had been hovering on the edge of telling me something. Not quite dropping the bomb, just sort of dangling it like a live grenade.
"So, about this weekend," Harlow had said, then immediately started talking about her vampire maid costume.
"For Friday," Cassidy had begun, and then somehow segued into how badly she planned to fail her test.
"Regarding Friday," Vivienne had started, before getting distracted by quarterly projections.
Even Sabrina, who normally spoke in complete thoughts or not at all, had been cryptic. "This weekend should prove enlightening," she'd said yesterday before disappearing into her book.
What the hell was happening? They were planning something. Had to be. Four different girls all being vague about the same timeframe wasn't a coincidence. It was a conspiracy.
