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eyes. "My dad had to threaten to close this place down before he let me back in." "Close down Easton? Could your dad do that?" I asked, although it wouldn't really surprise me. "Not in so many words. But he could sue... and sue... and sue," Noelle said with a laugh. "And trust me, Daddy's pockets are far deeper than Easton's. Eventually, this place would have crumbled. Once Cromwell understood that fact, he caved like a cheap wedding tent." "Wow. He must be PO'd," Portia said, perching on the edge of the single bed. Cheyenne's parents had removed all her custom furniture, so now the standard-issue Billings stuff was back. At least until Noelle redecorated.
"Oh, he is. Believe me," Noelle said, tossing her iPod on the desk. "Have you guys seen how he gets all shaky when he's angry? It's very Frankenstein's monster." Everyone laughed, but Noelle scrunched her nose and ran her finger across the surface of the desk.
"What's this? Did you guys hold a Studio 54 party in here?" Her fingertip was caked in some kind of thick white dust. "That's probably left over from when the police dusted for fingerprints," Tiffany said, staring at Noelle's finger. "The desk is the only piece of Billings furniture Cheyenne was using, so..." Noelle's jaw dropped as she looked around at us. "They dusted for prints? Why? I thought it was suicide." "It was," Rose said quietly, staring out the bay window. "They just..." "Wanted to make sure," I finished, swallowing hard. "Guess they're a tad suspicious when it comes to Easton," Portia said wryly.
Noelle's expression darkened. She looked toward the opposite side of the room. The side of the room that had once belonged to Ariana Osgood. To her best friend. To the girl who had turned out to be a cold-blooded killer. "Gee. I wonder why," Noelle said. For a moment no one spoke, but then Noelle slapped her hands together to clear away the dust. "So. What else is going on around here?" she asked, dumping the contents of her massive cosmetics bag into the top drawer of the desk. "I mean, aside from this Driscoll Dinner thing that Cromwell kept spewing about at our meeting." The Driscoll Alumni Dinner. Right. I had completely forgotten about it in all the drama. The dinner was to be held at the Driscoll Hotel this Saturday, the central event of alumni weekend. Every student had been required to join a committee to help plan or work at the event. Sabine and I were going to be servers. I felt a skitter of nerves down my spine as I wondered for the millionth time if Dash was planning on attending, but I quickly and guiltily banished the thought, as if Noelle could read my mind.
"Oh my God! We're getting a Coffee Carma!" Vienna announced, bubbling up the mood considerably. "Oh, yeah. Amberly is a freshman this year. I totally forgot. I'll have to go say hi before my mother calls me and starts badgering me to," Noelle said. "Right. You guys know each other," I said. "Oh, so you've met our little Amberly." Noelle was amused.
"She gave Reed a Carma Card," London said petulantly. "Not surprising. I've told her all about Billings and you in particular, Reed," Noelle said. "She must be laying the groundwork. Smart girl." Noelle placed a jewelry box on the dresser. "What else?" "Well, you heard about the Legacy, obvi," Portia said, flinging her glossy black hair over her shoulder. "Yeah. That's such a crock," Noelle said, sifting through her makeup. She selected a tube of M.A.C. lip gloss and opened it. "Someone will step up and throw the thing. Believe me, one unfortunate incident will not stop the Legacy."
"You think?" London asked hopefully. "I know," Noelle replied, whipping open a gold compact mirror and touching up her bottom lip. "Well, just in case, Reed came up with an alternate plan," Tiffany said. "A fabulous alternate plan," Rose added. Noelle raised one eyebrow, her lip gloss wand pausing just millimeters from her top lip. "And what's that?
"We're going to throw our own Halloween
"Oh, he is. Believe me," Noelle said, tossing her iPod on the desk. "Have you guys seen how he gets all shaky when he's angry? It's very Frankenstein's monster." Everyone laughed, but Noelle scrunched her nose and ran her finger across the surface of the desk.
"What's this? Did you guys hold a Studio 54 party in here?" Her fingertip was caked in some kind of thick white dust. "That's probably left over from when the police dusted for fingerprints," Tiffany said, staring at Noelle's finger. "The desk is the only piece of Billings furniture Cheyenne was using, so..." Noelle's jaw dropped as she looked around at us. "They dusted for prints? Why? I thought it was suicide." "It was," Rose said quietly, staring out the bay window. "They just..." "Wanted to make sure," I finished, swallowing hard. "Guess they're a tad suspicious when it comes to Easton," Portia said wryly.
Noelle's expression darkened. She looked toward the opposite side of the room. The side of the room that had once belonged to Ariana Osgood. To her best friend. To the girl who had turned out to be a cold-blooded killer. "Gee. I wonder why," Noelle said. For a moment no one spoke, but then Noelle slapped her hands together to clear away the dust. "So. What else is going on around here?" she asked, dumping the contents of her massive cosmetics bag into the top drawer of the desk. "I mean, aside from this Driscoll Dinner thing that Cromwell kept spewing about at our meeting." The Driscoll Alumni Dinner. Right. I had completely forgotten about it in all the drama. The dinner was to be held at the Driscoll Hotel this Saturday, the central event of alumni weekend. Every student had been required to join a committee to help plan or work at the event. Sabine and I were going to be servers. I felt a skitter of nerves down my spine as I wondered for the millionth time if Dash was planning on attending, but I quickly and guiltily banished the thought, as if Noelle could read my mind.
"Oh my God! We're getting a Coffee Carma!" Vienna announced, bubbling up the mood considerably. "Oh, yeah. Amberly is a freshman this year. I totally forgot. I'll have to go say hi before my mother calls me and starts badgering me to," Noelle said. "Right. You guys know each other," I said. "Oh, so you've met our little Amberly." Noelle was amused.
"She gave Reed a Carma Card," London said petulantly. "Not surprising. I've told her all about Billings and you in particular, Reed," Noelle said. "She must be laying the groundwork. Smart girl." Noelle placed a jewelry box on the dresser. "What else?" "Well, you heard about the Legacy, obvi," Portia said, flinging her glossy black hair over her shoulder. "Yeah. That's such a crock," Noelle said, sifting through her makeup. She selected a tube of M.A.C. lip gloss and opened it. "Someone will step up and throw the thing. Believe me, one unfortunate incident will not stop the Legacy."
"You think?" London asked hopefully. "I know," Noelle replied, whipping open a gold compact mirror and touching up her bottom lip. "Well, just in case, Reed came up with an alternate plan," Tiffany said. "A fabulous alternate plan," Rose added. Noelle raised one eyebrow, her lip gloss wand pausing just millimeters from her top lip. "And what's that?
"We're going to throw our own Halloween
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