“No.”
Grant grabbed her arm sharply. “Vanessa, shut up.”
She slapped him.
The crack echoed through the ballroom.
“You said this was buried!” she shouted.
Someone gasped loudly.
I tilted my head slightly. “Thank you.”
Her eyes widened the instant she realized what she had just admitted in front of half our graduating class, two local reporters, and a state continue reading …
