"Giselle, you can go back to your room now and don’t come out until I say so," Oliver’s mother interrupts us, and thanks to that, I hold myself back from continuing the argument with the woman in front of me.
I go up to my room, and almost immediately, Mrs. Chantal locks the door to keep me from leaving. When I think she's gone, I start going through my drawers and closet and quickly realize someone’s been rummaging through my things.
I collapse onto the bed and fall back asleep until dinnertime, when Oliver comes to get me so I can go downstairs with him.
The following days pass like clockwork—I stay locked in my room, pretending to sleep all day, while in my mind I plot how to get Nathan into tomorrow night’s event. The only solution I come up with is for him to enter through the serv
