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Chloe’s eyes snap to mine, lighting up. She claps. “Okay, show me my canvas.”
My hand pulls back and I look to Victoria who rolls her eyes, popping a grape in her mouth. “She wants you to strip down for her.”
“You’re lucky I took underwear and a bra in there with me.” I toss the towel on the bed and she shrieks, rushing to pick it up.
She glares at me. “Do you have any idea how much a duvet like this costs?” She runs her pink painted nails across the bed.
“No, Chloe, I don’t, and you’re getting on my nerves already.” I cross my arms.
She ignores that, instead saying, “Think of how much you spent on all of your punk-chic, J-lo from the 90s clothes, or whatever you consider them—”
“Ghetto,” I offer with a grin. “You can say it.”
“And add the price of a Ford Focus to that.”
My wide eyes snap to Victoria’s right as she meets mine, and she freezes, looking from her boots to the blanket, or duvet as Chloe called it.
Slowly, she kicks them off, making me laugh, while Chloe makes a show of hanging my towel on a small hook just inside the bathroom door.
She spins back with an exasperated sigh, but as her eyes travel over me, they slowly lose their confident, queen bee gleam, and her lips flatten.
Victoria clears her throat and looks away, while Chloe’s stare snaps to mine.
“I’m sorry,” she breathes, shaking her head.
“For what? You didn’t cause any of this.” I hold my arms out, letting my hands smack against my thighs when they fall.
“If anyone touched me like that, Daddy would strangle them with his bare hands, and it keeps happening to you. How are they still alive?”
“You think they should run around killing everyone who touches me?”
“People come here for a reason, Raven. They disappear for less.”
“People also do stupid things for stupid reasons.” I shrug, walking toward one of the dresses that catches my eye. I reach out, running my hands over the black rhinestone material trailing the bottom. “Most of them are driven by something else, rarely is it ever a solo thought people run on.”
“And that permits harm without retaliation?” she quips.
“No.” I shake my head, tugging the dress from its hanger, ignoring the gasp from Chloe when I do so. I fold it over my arms and turn to her. “But where there’re questions to be asked, there’re answers to be found.”
Her brows lift, and she scrunches her lips. “I don’t get it.”
“Vienna wanted security, who offered it to her? Leo wanted to feel important in a world where he was nothing, who was going to give it to him? My mother wanted revenge, who hurt her so bad she felt she needed it? Collins was searching for his identity, who stole it from him? A girl was sold to a pedophile, by who?”
Chloe’s temples crinkle as she lowers herself onto my bed.
“A rich, mean girl who took pleasure in making people feel worthless and small changes her tune, why?”
Chloe’s shoulders settle as a smile takes over her lips. She shakes her head, and it only widens, her perfect teeth gleaming at me. She glances to Victoria, who stares at me with reverent eyes, and Chloe’s fly back to mine.
“Man.” She looks me up and down, leaning forward. “I never stood a chance against you. This town won’t know what hit them.”
I unfold the dress, holding it up to get another look only for Chloe to reach out and take it from me.
She shakes her head, setting it aside. “There is no way any of these will do. They’re not... you.”
My brows jump.
“Give me a minute, I’ve got this.”
So I do, and just over an hour later, the three of us are meeting Rolland in the entryway.
His back greets us first. A sliver of white from his dress shirt peeking out of the navy-blue suit he’s wearing, Maybell beside him.
Our footsteps aren’t quiet, so his head turns, and a grin splits his mouth, and Maybell follows.
“Damn,” Chloe whispers. “No wonder Daddy won’t let me sit in on meetings yet. I’d be all over that.”
“Shut up, Chloe,” I snap quietly.
“I thought you were hoing it up with Mac?” Victoria throws back.
Chloe mews. “Yeah, but if I wasn’t...” She trails off, rushing the last few steps to Rolland.
“Mr. Brayshaw, great to see you. Ms. Maybell, a pleasure.”
“Ms. Carpo.” Rolland nods. “Thank you for helping on short notice.”
Maybell, though, she scoffs and looks to me, making me hide my grin.
She smiles, then steps aside.
“How do you feel, Raven?” he asks.
I nod, running my hand over the tips of my hair.
I cut a quick glance a Chloe. “Like myself.”
“Also known as angry and unladylike.” Chloe tilts her head. “But she went from hobo to hopeful so it’s a win.”
Victoria scoffs while Rolland gives a small chuckle.
