SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.

We'd stepped out into the sharp evening air, and my phone buzzed in the pocket of my jeans. I pulled it out to see a notification in the school's gossip column.

With one glance at the screen, my stomach flipped, and I did summersaults, backflips, and all sorts of exercises, as my food came back up.

The boutique clerk hadn’t wasted a second; the picture was already on the school's gossip feed, with the caption in bold black print:

“Ravenscroft’s New Queen?”

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