Clementine:
"No," I replied, shaking my head and shrugging.
"Oh, really? Well, I was just listening to our ringleaders talk, and something reached my ears—some information. I think she was pregnant by him," she said with a look of sadness on her face.
"Really? I didn't know." And I could tell she didn't like that I wasn't giving her anything.
"You're Clementine, right?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest, though it felt more playful than confrontational.
"I know you know everything, but it's okay if you don't want to tell. I guess I should stop gossiping too. I have such a bad habit of it."
She kept yapping, and I could tell she was a sweet pea. The more she spoke, the more I realized her entire boujee look was just a front. She was as gentle as a flower.
"By the way, my name is Oriana Winchester. I'm a royal beta's daughter back in my pack," she said, extending her hand for a handshake.
"Clementine Stark," I said in a soft, steady voice.