Paloma Perez.
I switch off my phone at the what…the fiftieth ring from Elijah. From head to toe, it feels like my blood is boiling and no amount of breathing or pacing is cooling it down. I saw a woman half-naked, no, practically wearing a shoelace for underwear—with the most exaggerated boobs I’ve ever seen in my life, standing right in front of me. In front of Elijah. Why!?
“It’s Cleo.” Rebekah says softly as she walks into the closet after I hand Emma another roll of tape.
“Who the hell is that!?”
“She’s a model.”
“Wait. Cleo? Like the Cleo? From The City Girls of Rosetti Falls?” I ask, sensing that I recognise her from somewhere. City girls is a reality TV show I used to binge in the last year of high school before real life got in the way. The one where girls with too much money
