Chapter 852 The Rotten Vibe

• Miranda was still keeping her cool. Skylar could picture it: Miranda probably ran to Patrick to complain, and that big bad wolf would soothe her with that gentle voice of his.
• She clenched her phone, chin tipped up as she stared at the sky, lost in thought. Besides staying quiet, there wasn’t much she could do. There was one way to ease the pressure—hire paid posters to steer the conversation.
• On Twitter, haters were already swarming, cursing her out, even photoshopping memorial frames around pictures of Miranda and her.