Cass’s stepmom had hired a cosmetologist to come in and do makeup and hair for the party. I stared at my reflection and barely recognized the girl with the haunted, smoky eyes. I normally didn’t wear a lot of makeup, and I never put so much effort into my hair. The stylist had done an...
“Has it been an hour already?” I asked, putting my hand up to ward off the glare of Shane’s flashlight. “Yeah,” Shane said, relief shining in his eyes. “Were you sleeping?” Milo asked. I could hear the admiration in his voice. &nbs...
“Shane,” he yelled, and I braced myself for the worst. I had little doubt he’d received the less-than-good news about the trouble Shane had gotten himself into. “He’s at practice,” I said, walking out of the parlor where I’d been watching television. He frowned. “I thought...