Bridget poked her head in my room just as I was contemplating whether to wear my hair up or down. Her question had sounded more like an accusation, and her face was twisted into a frown. “Some lame party,” I mumbled into my chin while trying to connect the latch on my neck...
His face was red, and it was apparent that he had sprinted here from his house. He looked at me in total shock then slammed the door behind him. “What’s going on here, Gemma?” I was stunned silent. I couldn’t have said a word even if I had something to say, which I didn’t....