CLOVER'S POV

What the hell have I just roped myself into? How the hell am I supposed to attend the party as both myself and Creed? I must be completely bonkers - insanity probably runs in the family...

I need a bloody plan or something. I'm pacing the distance from Creed's bedroom door to his window with angry long strides.

There's a knock at the door and I'm turning around on the spot. Jett enters, his expression serious.

"We can just tell them she said she ...