Same location where I’d once believed no one from the mansion world would ever see me. But my faith had been shaken by seeing my own father in the stands during my fight. How had he discovered that I lived a separate life, where the world was gritty and real and people didn’t solve their problems by hiring other people to take care of the dirty work? And what had Jo been doing there with him? Instead of salad and water, I ordered two hamburgers and two chocolate milk-shakes and left my full glass of water untouched on the table. There was no point in trying to keep my weight down for the next week or two. I could always work it off later. When the hamburgers and shakes arrived, I was still alone, facing the door on the opposite side of the booth and still wondering who had left the note in my pocket. The person who’d burned my hands with curling irons? Or Raven and Jo? Or, as I still half suspected, were they one and the same?
