Chiara
The day starts out all wrong.
The second I step into the school, I can sense it. It’s in the glances I keep getting, no matter where I walk. I hear it in the hissed whispering and the way conversations stop when I pass past.
I’ve barely stepped over the school’s threshold before I’m set on high alert, awareness prickling me all over. I duck my head, trying to move quickly through the sea of people, but as I do, I catch snatches of people’s hushed converations.
“She’s probably got Vedant wrapped around her finger.”
“Yeah, I saw the video. She’s not even subtle about it.”
My stomach drops. The video.
Immediately, I’m thinking back to Alice standing in Vedant’s home, fuming with fury. “I got it all on video!” her voice echoes in my mind.
If she really had recorded me and post
