Cherry walked in. She wore black and pink today and smiled at me like a gorgeous goth Bratz doll. “Morning,” she said quietly, her eyes bright. “So what happened between you and Julian last night?” I almost spat out my first sip. “What? Nothing. Why?” She took her cup from the cupboard, smiling like she knew some delicious secret. “Because he’s wearing blue.” I blinked. “What?”
