“Tell me about your Gamma boyfriend,” Mauve said as she wiggled her eyebrows. The girl was incorrigible.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I said with exasperation. She had been bugging me about him since Eliza barged in on us in the bathroom.
“She seems to think he is,” Mauve wrinkled her nose at the mention of Eliza.
“He’s been… a friend since everything happened,” I sighed. “Practically my only one.” She finally got a watered-down version of it after pestering me about it for three days.
I tried to water it down, at least. I don’t think there’s a nonchalant way to say my family took everything away from me, turned me into a slave, and contemplated killing me after my eighteenth birthday.
I didn’t tell her why they did all of that, other than Eliza showed up and they realized I was an orpha
