~ Alyssa ~ If deception were an art, I’d have earned a bloody award by now. Pulling off a surprise party for Lillian while making her believe it’s just a “small dinner” celebrating the trial verdict and her eighteenth birthday? Genius. Exhausting genius. The plan is simple — on paper. Step one: Convince Lillian her mother’s hosting a fancy dinner at Savannah’s estate. Step two: Ensure she looks breathtaking without suspecting why. Step three: Don’t blow the secret. Easier said than done when the girl in question has the intuition of a hawk and the curiosity of a journalist on espresso. At the moment, she’s sitting in my dressing room, a towel turbaned around her head, side-eyeing me suspiciously. “You’re way too invested in what I’m wearing,” she says flatly. I flash a sweet sm

