"Wasn't Kat with Stride last night?" Olivia asked, smoothing her ice-colored hair away from her face. "The one with the sparkly blue dress and scarf?"
Another girl - Maria? - nodded. "I saw them leave the ball together."
"What do you mean Kat was with Stride last night?" Sloan hissed across the table.
Olivia, whose jumpsuit practically swallowed her tiny frame, pushed her plate away. "I overheard them talking. After the things Stride said to her, I assumed they spent the night together."
"Liar," hissed Sloan.
Olivia rolled her eyes. "I'm not, but whatever."
"How dare you insinuate that Stride slept with Kat," Sloan said, a flush creeping up her neck. "He would never do that."
And yet he'd propositioned me too, had even appeared in my dreams, but I wasn't about to admit the la
