{Hailey’s pov}
I brought up the will with Clara. Half of me expected her to laugh or tell me I was imagining things—but the second I said the word red, something changed in her face. She told me that viewing the Red Will could be arranged, but not for free. First, I had to do something for her.
That “something” turned out to be a full-on invasion by a brother-sister styling duo who carted what looked like the entire contents of Saks Fifth Avenue into my bedroom. The sister was small and mostly silent. Her brother stood at six feet six and had thoughts. Lots of them.
“You can’t wear yellow,” he announced the moment he stepped inside, “and I’d encourage you to eliminate orange and cream from your life. But beyond that, you’ve got options.”
We were surrounded—me, Kiara, the siblings, and
