Cecilia's pov
Sebastian arched one perfectly judgmental brow at my "lost contact lens" excuse, clearly unconvinced.
Harper gawked at me like I'd just betrayed the sisterhood.
"Oh my God,"she hissed through gritted teeth. "That's your excuse? Really? What am I even supposed to do with that? You couldn't come up with 'sudden migraine' or 'temporary blindness'?"
Before I could respond, she pivoted toward Sebastian and gave a sigh so theatrical it deserved its own spotlight.
"Our Cecilia here,"she began, all faux concern and fluttering lashes, "suffers from a tragic combination of nearsightedness and premature presbyopia. It's very rare... very sad. She can barely see her own fingers at night, let alone assess anyone's, uh, anatomical assets."
I pressed my lips together and stared at my
