[Elena's POV]

Caroline's voice carried down the marble steps like she'd been practicing the projection.

"Marlowe's expensive little forgery is back to pretend she has a degree!"

A few students turned. Some laughed. Most just stared.

I kept walking up the steps. My red heels hit the marble at exactly the same pace.

Caroline tracked me the whole way up, her silver dress catching the afternoon light, her four satellites shifting to face me as I reached the top.

"Love the dress," Caroline said. Her ...