Limone's features were pale and composed, her eyes defiant—almost rebellious.

“I’ll say it a hundred times if I have to: I don’t agree,” she said, her voice steadfast.

Sophie seized the moment to play the obedient one. “Easton, don’t be mad. I’ve got a tutor lined up to help me, and my grades will improve soon. Limone has been working really hard on her studies, and that’s why her scores have gotten so much better. I’ll make sure to learn from ...