Brenda rolled her eyes dramatically.
"And don't even get me started on this whole makeover she's trying." She looked back toward the hallway where Poppy had disappeared. "Wren, your color palette, the fabrics you wear, the way you carry yourself..."
She waved a hand dramatically.
"It's effortless."
Then she snorted.
"She looks like a Temu version of you."
Despite everything... Despite the article. Despite Poppy.
Despite my mother's words still echoing inside my head.
I smiled. An actual smile. A small laugh escaped me before I could stop it.
"You guys are horrible."
"No," Brenda corrected immediately.
"We're observant."
"We're supportive," Chastity added.
"And we're petty when necessary," Sloane finished proudly.
For the first time since everything had exploded, I actually fe
