Soon, Adelaide learned to nod and smile. She brought fresh-baked cupcakes to Brianna’s house when Emory and his friends were invited over for a movie night. She bit her tongue so hard it bled when Brianna—Bri, he called her—greeted Emory by jumping into his arms. Brianna wrapped her legs around his waist as Adelaide stood a yard away, tasting blood, reminding herself to breathe. Don’t be so uptight, she told herself. It’s not attractive.
