Brennan: Camera footage from the country club. Said it’d give you leverage
Victoria: Oh, neat!! Thanks, guys. I hope you understand and can forgive me?
Brennan: We can forgive you
Eoghan: Sure
Eoghan: Next year.
Victoria: And him!!! It was my idea
Eoghan:
Victoria: Eoghan?!
Brennan:
Victoria: BRENNAN!!!!!!
THIRTY-SEVEN
GIRLS JUST WANNA RULE THE WORLD
Victoria: I’ll be at school later
Victoria: You should probably know I’m married now
Wynter: HOLY SHIT. NO WAY! And you didn’t invite me?
Victoria: It was kinda rushed. Perfect, though. For what I needed.
Wynter: Protection?
Victoria: Yeah
Wynter: I get it. I have you and you have Maxim
Victoria: Something like that lol. Catch up over coffee?
Wynter: Sounds good. Text me when you’re at Dopie’s?
Victoria: Sure thing
THIRTY-EIGHT
WHERE TWO WORLDS COLLIDE…
TWO DAYS LATER
“Soundslike your rite was a hell of a lot easier than Victoria’s.”
“Shay,” I hiss.
Wynter pulls a face but her eyes trip off the makeup I’m using to cover the bruise Bordeau left me. It’s getting fainter—thank God—and the cut is a tiny scab now.
“Honestly, he’s right, Victoria. I had to stick to Derek Dyers's side for an evening and you?—”
I scoff, “Sounds like purgatory to me.”
