I sat at the library desk, my mind swirling with so many thoughts.
How could this happen? How did my life get so twisted? The picture. That damn picture of me in a maid’s outfit. Who would’ve thought something so harmless could turn my world upside down, even more than it already was?
Rachel sat beside me, scrolling through different tabs on the laptop, her face tense with concentration. She’s been trying to help me make sense of this mess.
But nothing made sense.
"I still think it’s Lilith," I said, after hours of thinking"It has to be her."
Rachel looked up from the screen "We don’t have proof, Brianna. You can’t just accuse her without anything concrete. Besides, if Lilith did it, she would tell you she did. She would even be proud of i."
I knew she was right. But I couldn't shake
