“Girl, you’ve been through a lot.”
Candice slurped her ramen noisily, twirling the noodles around her chopsticks with practiced ease. Beside her sat a can of flat Diet Coke just the way she liked it. Don’t ask me why. She’s just weird like that.
I sighed, rubbing my temples. “I don’t even know what to say, Candice. The whole thing is just so… bizarre.”
Leaning in, I tugged her ear playfully. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone about this, okay? Just between us.”
Candice snorted. “Girl, you think I’d go around spilling your Blackwood mansion drama? Please. Everyone already thinks you’re living the dream over there. And honestly?” She jabbed a chopstick at me. “It kinda looks like you are.”
If only she knew.
Two weeks. That’s how long I’d been trapped in that house since Nadia’s bizarre
