“And who am I? That’s one secret I’ll never tell… but she’s about to find out.”
Upstairs, a floor above her apartment, a girl in a trench coat and headband smiled, closed her laptop, and whispered into the dark:
She typed back to Mia: “ change of plans. we’re not watching. we’re going. ”
Then she deleted Jake’s number.
She glanced around her dark room—the corkboard covered in party invites, the vintage scarf from her mom, the half-empty coffee cup from the diner where Jake had stood her up.
She stared at the screen, where Blair was just delivering an epic takedown of a rival. For the first time all night, Lindsey laughed.
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