Just before class ended, Juliette finally arrived, made‑up to perfection, though fashionably late as usual. She used her familiar trick once again. Slipping quietly through the back door, bending low to avoid notice as she made her way toward Cross, determined to squeeze herself right between him and Camilla.
When she finally settled into her spot and spotted Hayden sitting there, she blinked her eyes wide, putting on her most innocent look.
"What's going on here, Cross? How did this young man end up sitting right here?" Her voice was soft and sugary sweet. She then craned her neck to glance at Camilla, adding, "...and right next to you too?"
Just then, the professor at the podium turned his gaze straight toward their corner.
"The young lady who just came in at the back," he called out
