My heart sank. “What are you talking about, Bianca?”
The corner of her mouth rose slightly as if she was disgusted. “You are such a bad pretender.” Her eyes flicked over my hair, then traveled down my body. My throat tightened; my clutch suddenly felt heavy in my hand.
“Oh, and I loved how you styled your hair earlier...” Her eyes narrowed, “What made you repack it into a bun, huh?” Her voice was flat and mocking.
There was nothing I could say that would make sense right now. She knew, so I wasn’t going to entertain her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I only came to pick up my clutch. I forgot it earlier.”
I started to walk past her, but her footsteps came up behind me. “I guess the s*x was so great you had to forget your clutch.”
Her voice bit at me like venom. I stopped a
