“Ruby,” she says, huddling up to me, “you should probably see this.”
Aware of Dallas behind me, I lean forward and whisper in Steph’s ear. “Hey, I thought you and Dallas were going off with some guys.”
“Change of plan.”
“How come?”
“Let’s just say walls have ears, and Jane is on the warpath. Besides, it was a dumb idea.”
“Fair enough. I didn’t think it was like you. What’s up?”
Steph holds out her phone. It’s open on her i********: app. I’m staring at my own profile. Yet the number of followers reads at only around a thousand. I take the phone and click through the photos. They’re old ones, taken from my real account.
“Another fake account,” Steph says, reclaiming her phone.
“Thanks for telling me.”
“You should report it.”
I sit up straight and say in a loud voice, “When I get my
