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As I walked toward the front entrance, I spotted two familiar figures waiting just ahead.
“Hey!” Mela waved, jogging slightly to meet me. “You okay?”
I blinked, caught off guard. “Yeah, why?”
Trish raised an eyebrow. “You really don’t know?”
Oh. Last night.
“Oh,” I muttered.
“You know we looked everywhere,” Mela said, lowering her voice as we fell into step. “We tore that room apart. We were so ready to beat someone with a shampoo bottle.”
I laughed softly, but it didn’t last. “Well, thanks. I appreciate it. I didn’t want to make a big deal.”
“It was a big deal,” Trish said. “They’re messed up.”
Before I could respond, a blur of blonde hair zipped in from the side.
“Okay hi—spill it!” Wendy practically sang, appearing like a gust of gossip-laced wind. “You were wearing Al
