Maddison Lorenzo.
The Miami sun is a liar. It’s all bright and splashy on the pool water, but it doesn’t touch the cold that’s been sitting low in my belly for two days.
“Get this: us in the biggest club in the whole of Miami. It’s called the Ten.” Tetra announces. She’s Fushia’s rich friend. I mean, she’s the rich friend. Put us side-by-side and I’m the poor friend.
“It would be the absolute most iconic thing we can do to enter college.” Mabel chimes in, “We post it and it’s like our straight-up resume for the baddest bitches we are.”
Then she looks at me. “Uh, Maddy, right?”
“Um, yeah.”
“You coming?”
“Of course she’s coming.” Fushia rests her head on my shoulder. “I’m gonna drag her out of bed.”
I paste on a smile and sip my cocktail. It tastes like sugar and nothing. They’re
