Chapter 15
Rachel smoothed out her dress. She looked incredible, as if nothing had happened to her all night, as if she hadn't been running up and down stairs. Becky knew that she was covered in blood and sweat, and she didn't look half as good as Rachel, who seemed to glow angelically under the low lights.
"Can she really do this?" Becky asked.
"Don't you trust her?" Liam asked. Becky nodded. It was always the most nerve wracking part.
At least, this time, she wasn't on TV while confronting a murderer. Although that had been weirdly cool.
Becky watched as Rachel made her way to the DJ and talked to the man. That was what Rachel was best at, talking. She was talking at a mile a minute, going as fast as she could to try to convince the DJ to let her take over the mic.
Luckily, she was
