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three and traveling the wilderness for years, you can imagine I was a little nervous to be around human beings again. But they soon realized how fantastic I looked naked, and it wasn’t long until they made me their queen.”
    “You do look fantastic naked,” declares a boy who looks like he walked straight off the cover of Playgirl.
    “You’re drooling, Calem, you should take care of that.”
    “I’ll make you my queen,” offers a brown-eyed hunk. I study him. I could work with him.
    “I have your drink!” Damien rushes back over, nearly spilling it.
    “Why don’t you keep that, darling. I have to convene with my handmaiden,” I say. Iris has been sulking near the cooler and beckoning me—oddly enough, with her middle finger—for the last ten minutes. I slide out of my circle of boys and trip lightly over to her.
    “You are loving this,” she growls as I loop an arm around her shoulders.
    “As a matter of fact, I am. Damien just invited me to the Bahamas with him for winter break. His family has a house there. Can you believe that?”
    “What I can believe is that Sigrid is about to skin you alive.” Iris jerks her chin in the direction of the fire-breather, whose eyes are like windows into hell itself. She is not enjoying the fact that I am enjoying myself.
    “I’ve been basking in her glare for the last hour. Do you think I’m getting a tan?” I gesture down at myself. “At least I won’t have to worry about any tan lines.”
    “Fiona, isn’t it?”
    Iris’s back suddenly goes ramrod-straight. I turn and Brooklyn is next to me, a slightly weary smile on her lips. She’s absolutely stunning in a long silver gown, her hair gathered into a knot at her crown. “Let me guess. Everything’s in the laundry?”
    “Oh yeah. All the machines are always filled on Sundays and I figured this would be my best chance to get it all done,” I say brightly. She really doesn’t know about Sigrid after all.
    “Be careful, Fiona.” Brooklyn shakes her head. “There’s nothing wrong with going a little crazy your first few weeks at school—a lot of girls do—but you don’t want to get yourself in any dangerous situations. You’ll have to keep an eye on her.”
    She nods at Iris, who turns pale and stammers, “Right. Yes. Okay.”
    “How’s your sister doing?” Brooklyn smiles. “She and I are good friends, you know.”
    “Oh, she’s great! We talk all the time. Every day,” Iris babbles. I choke on my drink, remembering how quickly Iris hung up on Daisy.
    “We were all very proud of her when she graduated early for that senator internship. She’s a smart girl, your sister. You’ve got a lot to live up to.”
    “Don’t I know it,” says Iris quietly. I glance at her, but just then, Amber rushes over. She definitely went overboard on the modesty thing—she looks like she raided my Aunt Caroline’s closet. But Aunt Caroline has probably never worn such an expression of excitement and panic in her life.
    “He’s coming! Brookie, he’s coming to this party! I just got a text from Sarah who heard from Chelsea that he was stopping by!”
    Exasperation flashes across Brooklyn’s face before she regains her composure. “Ah. Sigrid must be beside herself.”
    “Who’s ‘he’?” I ask, though I have a sinking feeling I already know the answer.
    Amber takes a good few seconds to giggle meanly at my nakedness before answering. “James Reid. Duh.”
    There’s a heartbeat of silence, and then Iris grabs my arm and drags me into the kitchen.
    “You have to leave the party.” She gives me a little shake. In the living room, an excited hum rises as the truth spreads. “Now. Before he gets here.”
    “But Sigrid said I had to stay at least three hours! And I’m having so much fun.” I shake free and pop open the fridge, suddenly hungry. “Do you think they have pickles, I’m craving a pickle—ew, that tuna salad has been in here at least a week.”
    “Fiona!” Iris slams the fridge