I drank the icky green thing, grimacing the whole time, my nose wrinkled, eyes nearly watering. It tasted like a mix of regret and lawn clippings. The moment I finished it, I nearly doubled over, gagging.
"Keep it down," Leanna warned, hands on her hips. "You'll thank me later."
I wasn't sure about that.
She caught sight of my bare face — tired, puffy, and makeup-free — and disappeared to grab something from her wardrobe. Moments later, she returned with a simple but elegant black dress.
"Here, wear this. It'll make you look like you didn't just survive the apocalypse."
I changed quickly, fixed my hair, and thanked her before calling the driver. It was a quiet ride home. My thoughts were loud enough.
When I finally walked through our front doors, I went looking for my mother, but one of the staff intercepted me before I could find her.
"Miss Casey," he said gently, "your father would like to see you in his study."
