I couldn’t sit still; my body was practically vibrating with panic. The moment Spring opened her mouth and pointed, all the noise in the room died.
“I think… I think it was her,” she said, hesitantly lifting a trembling hand to point in a direction. Lo and behold, the person putting on a peach dress, with ruffles as described by Spring, was none other than Lillian.
I froze, just as a collective gasp spread through the crowd, all eyes turning to Lillian, who stood beside Kyle with her arms crossed. Kyle's stunned gaze shifted to her, his face etched with confusion and disbelief.
“What is she talking about?” he asked, but before Lillian could come up with another lie, the officer who had been asking the questions straightened in his seat, his sharp eyes glancing from Lillian back to Sprin
