Azura's head whipped back like she'd been slapped by an invisible hand.
"You and Adrian?!"
She pressed her face so close to the door crack that her eye bulged comically, like a fish pressed against a glass tank. "Did something happen between you two last night?! I thought you two rejected each other two days ago! Did you have a secret reconciliation?! Did you exchange friendship bracelets?! Did you—"
Selena saw Azura's face getting closer and, in a panic, tried to slam the door shut.
But Azura was faster.
With the reflexes of a woman who had survived years of dodging responsibilities, she jammed her designer handbag into the crack. The door bounced off it with a sad little thump.
"Ha!" Azura declared triumphantly. "You thought you could escape my investigative skills?! I'm basically a detective now! Sherlock Holmes in heels! Miss Marple with better hair!"
