"I'm not a drama major, what exactly could you possibly tutor me in?" Cassandra sneered, her tone laced with sarcasm.
Translation: if I were in acting school, maybe I'd ask Vera to teach me how to fake being innocent.
"You really believe you nailed that entrance exam, huh?" Vera shot back, her words dripping with that passive-aggressive sweetness.
In her heart, though, she was scoffing hard—Cassandra was just putting on a front. We'll see how smug she is once those scores come out.
Cassandra didn’t bother giving her a second glance. She turned around and walked off.
The moment she stepped outside campus, she spotted the same white Lamborghini again.
She figured the guy in it was probably here to pick up Mara. She waved a quick hello to Philip and hopped in Emma’ car ins
