"Rule three." I looked at each of them in the rearview mirror. "Have fun. Actual fun. Not competitive fun where someone ends up crying. Not strategic fun where someone is gathering intelligence for future leverage. Regular, normal, human fun."
Sabrina closed her book. "I don't know what that means."
"I know you don't. Try anyway."
We exited the vehicle in a configuration that probably looked insane to anyone watching from the gymnasium windows. Four girls in matching costumes with wine-red hair and purple eyes. One shorter girl in a maid outfit that Harlow had produced from somewhere at the last minute. One even shorter girl in gyaru fashion that belonged in a Shibuya street snap rather than a Long Island prep school. And me, in a vampire butler costume that cost more than my rent, carrying a box of custom-made fangs and a garment bag containing Vivienne's backup outfit because of course Vivienne had a backup outfit.
