Chapter 91

• And somehow, despite the embarrassment, it made me smile. Because if she could still sit there pale as death, ignoring the whispers, holding herself together when her body clearly wanted to fall apart, then I could handle one stupid mistake in class.
• Lunch with Millicent was always my favorite part of the day, mostly because she hated it. Or at least, she hated the staring.
• Today was worse than usual, with every table buzzing with whispers about her and the Brooks twins, but she carried herself like a queen, head high, tray balanced perfectly, sliding into the seat across from me without a word.