Harlow pushed back from the table so fast her chair scraped. "I'll show her! Come on, I need to give you the full tour anyway. There's seventeen rooms you haven't seen yet and the library has an entire manga section and."
"Harlow," Vivienne said. "Iris is a guest, not a hostage."
"She wants to see everything. Right?"
Iris nodded so enthusiastically I worried about whiplash.
"See? She wants to."
"Fine. But she needs to be in her room by ten."
"Ten thirty?"
"Ten."
"Ten fifteen and I'll do your scheduling tomorrow without complaints."
Vivienne considered this. "Deal."
Harlow grabbed Iris's hand and yanked her out of the chair. They were gone before I could even say goodbye, Harlow's voice echoing down the hallway about the difference between shojo and shounen demographics.
Cassidy stood next, grabbing her plate. "I'm out. Thanks for dinner."
"Cassidy," Vivienne said.
"What?"
"Your test."
Cassidy's entire body went rigid. "What about it."
"We should discuss."
