RAVENSCROFT'S NEW QUEEN.

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?” In the photo, Lucien and I stood facing each other, my red dress painted like sin under the boutique lights while I was still dressed in it, and the second was at the desk where Lucien collected the dress. Judging by the flood of comments already pouring in, neither did anyone else. There was also a picture of the boutique's logo on the front page. Everyone in school would know by now, or at least tonight, that Lucien had taken me shopping. Roxanne's comment below sent both a smile and a chill up my spine. 'Th