13
Tiffani
I took a deep breath to settle my nerves. Everyone said it felt like butterflies, but for me, it felt more like a heart attack. My palms were sweaty, my heart was beating frantically and it was almost impossible to remain calm. But the plan required me to be super chill, so when the vid screen connected with Tia, across town in her father’s house, I pasted on a brilliant smile.
“Tiffani!” Tia said, sitting down in a chair in front of her screen. “Are you all right?”
Her gaze raked over me—or what she could see of me through the screen.
“It took me a few minutes to figure out this stupid machine to call you, but yeah, I’m fine. Great, in fact.”
She frowned.
“You look really… excited.”
“Yes,” I replied, for once thrilled that I was antsy. It came across as excited. I was e
