Megan Blake's POV
"On Saturday, Meg, you have to come to the party," Fran insists, frowning. I shrug.
"Don't be mad, I already have plans," I say, and she rolls her eyes.
"You always have plans, Miss Blake," she retorts, and I press my lips together, smiling.
"I'm sorry, it's just..." I trail off, but she waves it away dismissively.
"You're really lost over that guy. At least he's behaving well; I don't see him at parties, he's always with you," she remarks, and I put a finger to my lips.
"Shh, don't say it like that, Fran. You know this is very secret," I remind her, and she rolls her eyes again.
"I know, there's no one here. I won't tell anyone. You know I'm a vault and can keep secrets, even if I don't like them. I'll keep this secret until you and he decide to make it public. Ju
