Lia looked up when I walked in. I watched her eyes travel from my face to my dress to the fact that it was morning, and she said "I'll call you back" and hung up before the other person could respond.
The room went quiet.
"Hi," I said.
"Where were you?"
I dropped my purse on my bed and sat down. The backstory was assembled and ready. I'd built it well enough on the drive over.
But sitting across from Lia in the actual room with her actual face looking at me like that was different from rehearsing it in the back of a car.
"I met someone," I said. "Last night. At the dance.”
She gave me a look and waited for me to continue.
I sucked in a breath. “His name is Connor. He's a junior at Barton, and I ran into him outside when I went to get some air,” I started. “He was dropping his you
