"November fifth," I said, settling back in my chair. The French toast was getting cold, but nobody seemed to care about breakfast anymore.
"I want to go last!" Harlow blurted out, bouncing in her seat like she'd just won the lottery.
Cassidy's hand shot up immediately. "Second! I'll take second!"
I watched Cassidy's face soften as she looked at Harlow. That expression of hers when she thinks someone's being sweet. Like Harlow was sacrificing something by choosing last place.
But Vivienne was studying Harlow with those corporate eyes of hers. The ones that see three moves ahead in every conversation.
"No, Harley," Vivienne said slowly. "I insist on going last."
"That's okay, Vivi! You can go before me!"
Now I was getting confused. Since when do these girls fight over who gets to go last? Usually they're all trying to be first in line for everything. Harlow practically trampled Cassidy to get the first shower this morning.
