Riley’s POV
I couldn’t get the locked drawer out of my head.
For three days, it haunted me. Every time I passed the studio, I thought about it. Every time I was alone, I wanted to go back and try again. But Mirabel was always there, hovering, watching, asking if I needed anything with that too-sweet smile.
I needed a distraction. Something to take my mind off the drawer, off the mounting questions I couldn’t answer.
I decided to scroll through Erica’s i********:.
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I grabbed Erica’s phone from the nightstand and scrolled through her i********:.
I scrolled past designer gowns and champagne glasses, past smiling group photos with the Fab Five, past funny videos and museum openings.
Then I saw him.
A post from Marcus.
It was a group photo from what looked like a dinner party
