Juliette finally dropped every pretense in the dorm room. She piled every gift Cross had given her all over her desk and spent hours each day trying them on in front of the mirror.
"Camilla, look, isn't this necklace beautiful?" She turned around to face her, a smug glint in her eyes. "Cross said it matches my skin tone perfectly."
Camilla was busy sorting her study materials and didn't even lift her head. But Juliette refused to let it go.
"Aren't you even curious why he'd give me something this expensive?"
"Not at all."
Juliette shot to her feet abruptly, her voice rising sharply, "Because he feels guilty! He knows he used me, and now he's trying to make up for it!"
Camilla closed her book slowly. "So what exactly are you trying to say?"
"So… doesn't that mean you've won?" Her voi
