JULIA
I walked out of the classroom while reading the contents of the envelope.
A party at the Astoria Grande? One of the most prestigious hotels in the city?
Oh, and of course, the hotel was owned by none other than Evan again. What was this all about?
The main question was—why me, of all people? Was Mr. Matthews that excited to see my artwork?
“Ah, whatever,” I said, tucking the envelope into my bag.
As I rounded the corner toward the cafeteria, I spotted Heather leaning against the wall near the vending machine. I paused in my tracks, and it seemed like she noticed.
Her gaze locked onto me immediately, and her lips pressed into a tight line.
I looked around. It was only the two of us in the hallways. I hesitated for a moment but realized that this may be the best time to
