Aria.
The moment Serena’s heels clicked closer, my whole body stiffened. Lila’s shoulders tensed beside me, and Maya’s expression turned to worry. We didn’t need to say it out loud. We were all thinking the same thing.
Trouble was coming.
Serena didn’t slow down when she reached our table. Instead, she slid right into the empty seat beside me like she belonged there, the sharp scent of her perfume flooding my senses. Her little entourage of Moonveil girls stood behind her, perfect and intimidating in their matching red blazers, eyes sweeping over us like they were cataloguing flaws.
She turned her attention to my friends first, smiling sweetly in that way people do when they want you to think they like you.
“You must be Lila,” she said, extending a hand. Her nails were painted a glos
