*Lena*
“Lena?” Viv said, her voice a little shaken as I approached.
I bobbed my head, bending my knees into a shallow curtsy, an act that startled them both.
“I’ll be damned,” Heather whispered in disbelief. “You weren’t lying.”
“I’m sorry,” I began, but Viv burst out in a laugh, shaking her head as she gripped Heather’s upper arm to steady herself.
“Are you kidding? This is the coolest thing to ever happen to us,” Viv panted, wiping a tear from her eye.
Heather, on the other hand, looked more shocked than anything.
“I should have been honest from the beginning,” I exclaimed to Heather in particular.
Heather tilted her head, eyeing me with interest, taking in my clothes and jewels. I felt completely exposed to her gaze, especially when it gently lingered on the faded mark about the neckline of my dress.
“I see you patched things up with Xander,” she said tartly.
Viv made a face at her, then glanced at me.
