Page 77 of The Blairville Legacies

“Tell that to my cousin and not me,” Grace snorted, rolling her eyes and turning to Julie, who in turn was staring at the laptop with red cheeks.

I didn’t understand a thing and looked at Larissa, who was squinting at me, perplexed.

Suddenly, the front door burst open, and the brown-haired girl who had disappeared earlier reappeared.

Emely. Her almost wavy hair looked disheveled, and I discovered a few dirt stains on her jeans.

Where had she been for so long?

She stopped in front of Mady, her gaze indistinct but very judgmental. Then she turned away. As she walked, she stared first at me, then at the two cousins, until she disappeared up the stairs as quickly as she had burst in. She ignored Larissa entirely.

“Wow, what’s wrong with her?”

Apparently, I hadn’t been the only one here who had sensed this tension.

Larissa looked questioningly at Julie, who looked back uneasy. She was immediately absorbed in her work again, and had consequently turned the question over to her cousin. But Grace didn’t seem to want to answer either.

“Is there some kind of bitch fight going on that we should know about?”

Larissa persisted. But the two of them didn’t seem to want to answer. So, I did.

“Everyone here has something against the Copelands, strangely enough. For whatever reason...”

Grace wheeled around to us.

“They’re dangerous, okay?” She sounded slightly angry, though you could hear the concern coming out.

“Why dangerous?”

Larissa dared to ask what had been on my mind the entire time.

The usually talkative Grace hesitated, however, and Julie didn’t even look up.

What was going on with these two? Were they wearing an invisible muzzle?

I looked more intently at Julie, who was still engrossed in her laptop. At some point, my gaze seemed to make her uncomfortable because she looked up.

“They...” she was about to start, but Grace interrupted her.

“The family is caught up in some kind of drug story.”

I was still looking at Julie, who had more blush coming into her cheeks. She was really cute, but also kind of shy.

“Come on, Grace, that’s not even true,” Mady sighed as if she’d had this conversation a zillion times before.

“Nobody here is talking to you, Mady.”

I gritted my teeth.

That had been very rude.

And Mady looked down at the floor.

I was about to say something, but she had already turned toward the door. “I’ll go then, Bayla and...” She looked at my best friend, who was almost choking on her salad.

“Larissa.”

“Larissa...” Mady smiled once more. “Nice to meet you guys.”

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