Selene’s POV:

I turned around and saw Vanessa standing with one hand on her hip, her head tilted back as if she were looking down on everything around her. She was impeccably dressed in high heels, flawless makeup, and a tight mini dress that clung to every curve.

Beside her was a girl I didn’t recognize.

“Having fun pretending to be me, aren’t you, impostor?” Vanessa sneered. I couldn’t have misread her expression—it screamed scheming.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on ...