Ella
Rather than heading straight to Willow Lane, I took a sharp detour and guided Hailee toward a modest hotel a few blocks away.
“Wait—why are we pulling into a hotel?” Hailee asked, squinting at the sign with open confusion. “Did I miss something?”
I reached up and shoved my fingers through the tangled mess of my wig, letting out a slow breath. “I need to pull myself together. If your dad sees me like this, he’ll think you’ve fallen in with the wrong crowd.”
Hailee snorted. “Please. My dad has outdated ideas, sure, but you’ve got that cool-but-dangerous vibe going on. He’ll like you once he gets past the mascara.”
“I’m not taking chances,” I said, already opening the car door. “Not tonight.”
Ever since my identity as Rosa had exploded into the open, every move I made carried weigh
