VIOLET
At first, I think my mind is playing tricks on me. It’s 6:30 in the morning. Willow doesn’t usually come out this early unless it’s strictly important. So when I see her car, I naturally think it is her.
But when I see Ginny step out of the car, my insides freeze. I watch in disbelief as Vincent raises his hand to wave at her.
What the f**k? What is this? Why is she smiling at him like that? Last I heard, Willow was attending the solstice ball. At what point exactly did someone like Ginny end up with the bodyguard?
Did they spend the night together? No! It can’t be. Vincent isn’t interested in sophomore cheerleaders. I would know.
The car drives off. Ginny’s still standing on the pavement, watching the car. She looks contemplative. Her cheeks redden. And I can’t take it anym
