I nodded and she went over to the bathroom. Even she knew it was attached to my room. I bit the inside of my lip. Every ounce of me wanted to ask her about Felix. I’d heard her the other day when she said she always fell in love with drug dealers. Plural. And Felix and Cupcake were the only two drug dealers we knew. I wanted her to open up to me about it. But I couldn’t yank the information out of her.
Regardless of whether she wanted to tell me or not, I had a plan for tonight to fix everything. First I had to talk to Felix and apologize. He’d been avoiding me at gym ever since the fight at his house. The longer I had to think of it, the more I realized how much I was in the wrong. I needed to tell him I was sorry for leading him on. And then I needed to somehow get Kennedy and him to dance together. If she wouldn’t admit that she had feelings for him to me, maybe she’d admit it to him. Operation Felix. It had a name now, so I had to go through with it.
“You all ready?” Kennedy asked. She emerged from the bathroom fidgeting with one of the loose locks that fell from her updo.
“Mhm. You better stop touching your hair, or you’ll give Justin a heart attack from miles away.”
She let her hand fall. “You’re right. Now we just need to remember to blot and not wipe and we’ll have a fabulous evening.” She looped her arm through mine as we made our way down the hall.
We froze at the top of the steps. We hadn’t planned this out at all. I just assumed that Isabella would have been long gone with weird homecoming queen duties or something. But she was standing at the bottom of the stairs with her minions. They were all giggling as they took photos in the foyer. Their generic dates all looked the same in their black tuxes, except for Mason Caldwell. He was dressed the same, but he filled out his tux differently than the rest. I had no idea how much he knew about me and his brother. But I wasn’t about to find out. Or let Isabella notice me.
“We should go back…” I whispered just as Isabella turned.
The look on her face could only be described as vicious. I took a step back even though we were a whole staircase apart.
“Sissy, what on earth are you wearing?” Isabella said with a laugh. “It looks like it’s straight out of the 80s.”
I probably would have tried to cover my dress if Kennedy’s arm wasn’t still looped in mine. Kennedy tugged on that arm.
I knew what she wanted me to do. I needed to stand up to Isabella if this was ever going to stop. I tried to hold my head up high even though her jabs stung. “It was my mom’s.” They weren’t fighting words. And I had no idea why I thought something personal could work against a monster.
Isabella laughed. “You’re wearing a hand-me-down? Good God, you’re so pathetic.”
I looked down at my dress. It was beautiful, even if it was old. And Justin had said that vintage was in.
“And I bet those aren’t even real diamonds on your tiara?”
It seemed to be a rhetorical question, so I didn’t say a word.
“My dear sweet, ugly half-sister. Take off the crown you don’t deserve. And then do the world a favor and stay locked in your room tonight like the hideous ogre you are. No one wants you at the dance.”
“Isabella,” Mason said. “Isn’t that enough?”
“No, I’m not nearly done…”
“You look fucking hot, Brooklyn,” he said. “And I know my brother is excited to see you at the dance.”
My cheeks flushed.
Isabella’s mouth was hanging open. Apparently she wasn’t used to being cut off mid-sentence. She was used to doing the cutting. “Who even invited you here, Mason?” Isabella spat.
“My date. Laci.” He pointed to one of Isabella’s minions.
“Freaking Laci,” Isabella said under her breath, but loud enough for everyone to hear.
I swore a few of Isabella’s other minions inched slightly away from the girl in question. Poor Laci.
“Well you can both get the hell out,” she said to Mason and Laci. “Talking to an ogre makes you an ogre.”
Mason leaned against one of the tables displaying a vase. Somehow his bulky frame didn’t knock it over. “You were literally just talking to her, Isabella. So doesn’t that make you an ogre too?”
Laci had the audacity to laugh.
Isabella took a deep breath, but it looked like her head was about to explode. “Semantics. None of this matters. Sissy, you aren’t going to the dance. Now be a dear and go back to your room. Now.”
“She’s not a dog,” Kennedy said.
“Right.” Isabella glared at her. “She’s not dirty and living in a cesspool. That’s you.”
“I’m gonna kill her…”
I grabbed Kennedy’s hand to stop her from storming down the stairs and doing God knows what to Isabella. Even though Isabella most certainly deserved it.
Isabella put her hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh. “You’re literally on a leash, Kennedy.”
Kennedy tried to lunge for her again, but I didn’t let go of her arm.
“It’s fine,” I said. “We’re just going to go back to my room. And we’ll leave after you’re done taking pictures down here.”
“No. You’re not going to the dance at all. Get it through your thick skull.”
“Why don’t you want me to come?”
“Because I said so.”
“That’s not a reason, Isabella. Why are you so hellbent on torturing me? Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you? Can’t we please just start over? Or at least be civil?”
Her lips were pressed in a thin line so hard that I could barely see them.
“Is everything alright out here, princess?” Mr. Pruitt asked as he emerged from his study. “Or should I say queen?”
Isabella spun around. “Yes, Daddy. We were just having a bit of fun.” Her voice was laced with sugary sweetness.
“You look beautiful,” he said.
Isabella beamed and adjusted the crown on top of her head. “Sissy was just telling me she felt ill. I’m worried about her. I think we should make her stay home.”
What the hell? She couldn’t lie her way into preventing me from going to homecoming. Could she?
Chapter 28
Saturday