KYLIE
“Yes, I just gave them your number,” I whispered on the phone call with Irene, cupping my palm over my mouth. “They think that number belongs to Kylie, so please, if they call, just say I’m not at home.”
“Are you… not Kylie?” Irene asked, confused. “Did you give someone your real name? "What are you not telling me, Kylie?”
“I’ll tell you later, please!” I pleaded.
“Right now, they might just keep calling you, so tell them I’m not around, okay? Please, Irene, I’ll tell you all about it soon, I promise.”
There was a short silence, and then she sighed. “Fine. I’m only complying with this because you promised to tell. Don’t deny me that right, you hear?”
I smiled cheekily. “I promise.”
After the call ended, I held my phone to my chest and squealed in delight. At least now Irene wa
