(Ashley)
I walked back to my room slowly, making sure no one saw the satisfied smile on my face. The moment I closed the door behind me, I let it spread across my lips. Aria had bought every word of my little performance.
The tears, the broken voice, the exhausted appearance, it had all worked perfectly. She was unsure whether to trust me or not.
I sat on my bed and laughed quietly. Did she really think I felt sorry for what I did? The only thing I regretted was getting caught. If I had been smarter, more careful, Aria would already be gone and I would be Luna by now.
I pulled off my wrinkled clothes and threw them in the corner. They had served their purpose, making me look desperate and broken. But I was neither of those things. I was angry, and I was planning.
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