Blackmail Tastes Like Champagne
Aria
I read the message four times.
Does your mother know?
Unknown number. No name. No context. Just that screenshot sitting there like a grenade with the pin already pulled and four words underneath it that made my entire body go cold.
My first thought was Leah. But Leah had texted from her actual number, the one saved in my phone, the one I’d had for six years. This was someone else. Someone who had seen that photo in the window between posting and deletion and had the presence of mind to screenshot it and sit on it and wait.
Wait for what exactly.
I locked my phone and stood up and paced the length of my room twice because sitting still wasn’t something my body was capable of right now. The red dress suddenly felt like a costume from a very bad dec
