"Hey, you look kinda familiar. Have we met somewhere before? Are you one of Delia's classmates or something?"
Out of nowhere, Winnie reached out and blocked Eleanor's path.
Eleanor looked up, caught off guard.
The look in Winnie's eyes was downright creepy—it reminded her of how Katherine used to glare at her.
No, it was even more vicious than Katherine's.
Had she ever crossed paths with Miss White before?
"Sorry, I don't think we've met."
"Eleanor, don't bother with her. Let's go."
Delia grabbed Eleanor's arm, trying to pull her away.
Winnie glanced off in the distance, then casually fiddled with the pearl bracelet on her wrist.
Delia was in a hurry and didn't see the pearls scatter across the sidewalk. Her foot slipped, and she stumbled right into the stre
