le faltered

y voice as flat as a dial tone. "It'

d from me to Hailey, who was sitting at he

red, her hand flying to her chest in a gesture of wounded innoce

t as a question, but as a fact. "You can' t afford a dress from that boutique, let alone

"Why are you being so mean? Just because you' r

es off. "Chloe, what the

It' s the first step. She copies my clothes, my coffee order,

I just admire you, Chloe. I thought if I dressed a little like you,

ce. Hailey rushed to her sid

apped at me. "She looks up to you, and yo

over my arm like liquid moonlight. I held it up. The difference was stark, com

voice dangerously quiet. "Or is i

ndignation. "You' re an elitist snob, Chloe. I can

flicker of triumph in her wet eyes. She h

same game. And I was