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I try again to step around them. “Move.”

Tiffany ducks past me into the room.

“What are you doing?” I snap.

Charlotte follows her.

“Get out,” I say.

Charlotte stares at the bed. Then Tiffany. I know the exact moment they see it. The blood on the sheet.

Charlotte moves closer. “Is that blood?”

I throw the dress onto the chair and rush forward, yanking the blanket up. “It’s none of your business.”

Charlotte turns slowly. “You slept with him.”

“No.”

“You did.” Tiffany sounds delighted and horrified at once. “You actually did.”

“I said no.”

Charlotte laughs. “You fucked that disgusting old man. Sold your virginity to the highest bidder.”

“Was your virginity up for auction last night? Is that why you were invited?” Tiffany bursts into laughter.

My stomach turns. “No.”

“Don’t lie.” Charlotte’s voice rises. “You went as his date, you came home late, and now there’s blood on your sheets.”

“It wasn’t him.” The words are out before I can stop them.

“Then who?” Tiffany demands.

I go cold. “No one.”

“You just said it wasn’t him.”

“I didn’t mean⁠—”

“Who was it?” Tiffany asks, stepping closer. “Who paid for you? One of the donors? A driver? Did you sneak off with someone?”

“Shut up.”

Charlotte narrows her eyes. “Or was it a Vexley?”

Tiffany gasps. “Which one?”

“Shut up.”

“It couldn’t have been Samson. He’s with that journalist chick.” Charlotte gasps. “Was it Nathaniel?”

My chest tightens so hard I can barely breathe. “Get out of my room.”

“It was.” Charlotte steps toward me. “You dirty little climber.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I grit my jaw to keep my voice from cracking. “Now get the hell out. I have work to do.”