Allie crossed her arms, her voice icy. “I told you this was a bad idea. We can’t get in.”
Cher’s lips twisted in frustration. She wasn’t about to let things end here. Her forged invitation had been exposed too easily, and she wasn’t ready to walk away defeated.
“I’m not leaving,” Cher hissed. “I came to see Liam Hart, and I will see him.”
“If we can’t get in through the front door, we’ll find another way. Follow me,” she added through gritted teeth.
Allie didn’t budge. “This was your plan. You figure it out.”
Cher spun around, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t play games with me, Allie. You want that photo back, don’t you?”
Allie’s jaw tightened, but she relented, following reluctantly. For now, Cher held the upper hand—but not for long.
Raising a brow, Allie asked, “And how exactly do you
