Chapter Thirty
I’m still putting the finishing touches to my outfit when there’s a knock on my door. Shoot! What is he doing here? He’s got to be at least forty minutes early.
“Relax,” Carmen says from the other side of my door. “It’s just me.”
I pad across the room in my slippers and open the door. Carmen’s standing on the other side looking glamorous and model-like in a long, close-fitting red gown. “Oh, wow, you look amazing.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
Okay, then. “Um, have you had a chance to think about what I said yesterday?”
“You mean what you yelled yesterday?”
“Uh, yes.” Carmen and I have spent all week fighting about Noah—she still thinks he’s a terrible person, while I’ve been trying to convince her otherwise—until yesterday when I shouted, ‘Noah did not kill your cousin. A
