The hallway led to a rooftop, where about ten ladies were seated around the table. I caught a familiar face, the shoulder length hair that rested on those squared-off shoulders I knew too well.
Lindsay's gaze met mine and her smile dropped. That was enough to light my face up like a Christmas miracle.
She jerked up in surprise as I strutted over to them, tossing my hair to the side.
"What are you doing here?" Lindsay hissed, her eyes darting to the raven-haired woman beside her.
The black haired woman turned to me; her eyes were a mixture of brown and green. She was—in lack of better words—beautiful.
She wore a short black dress that exposed her tanned legs and full breasts. Her face lit up as she stared at me.
"Hi, Aria. I've heard so much about you," she squealed, pulling me into a hug.
She smelled like everything pink—strawberries, cotton candy, lily. There were two kinds of rich mean girls I'd seen in movies.
