Saige's [POV]

Detective Ferdinand sits back in his seat, folds his arms across his chest, and regards me through curious black orbs. "How did a girl like you get someone like Rylan Treveiler?"

He's not the first person to look at me like that. Before Rylan spent hundreds of thousands of dollars kitting me out in designer clothes and makeup, I read the same look on everyone's face.

Trash. That's what they were thinking, even if they didn't come right out and say it.

The fading ...