Page 98 of Iris
“You like to write. I know that about you.”
“But—”
“How about this,” she says silkily. “You prove to me you’re not the Queen Bee and I’ll overlook your sour attitude toward my policies and blatant disregard for the Season’s decorum.”
“How—”
“Figure it out.” Sophine smirks. “But do know this. If you are lying and you indeed are this mischievous little pest, Iwillexpose you. You’ll be banished, and your family will never be allowed in the Upper Side again. Now go.”
“You kissed them?” Quinn shrieks. “Both?”
I sit on my bed, door locked. I had to leave without a word, Fredrick marched me out and Mari booked a cab to take us home to avoid prying eyes. Reece played servant well.
I grip the phone tight. “That’s your takeaway from everything? The changes people want which would be amazing for you. But Quinn, what do I do with the Monarch thinking I’m the Queen Bee?”
“I don’t know. Maybe just tell her you’re not.”
I push out a breath, “I did. She wants me to prove it. How do I do that? How do you prove you’re not someone?”
“She could just be testing you, see if you’d confess?”
“I’m not the Queen Bee so I didn’t crack,” I mutter, picking at the embroidered flower on the pillowcase. Then I punch it. “So, you know.”
Quinn hums a moment. “Why don’t you have the Monarch take your phone and then she can see you haven’t posted anything on social media.”
“I don’t think that’d work.”
All I can think of is Killian texting me in the middle of the Monarch looking. The fallout would be terrible. We want to get someone on the board, we want to get her in the mood to listen, not for me to bring things crumbling down before there’s a chance to do anything.
“I could try and find the Queen Bee’s identity,” I say.
“We can look,” Quinn says. “She can’t be that hard to find.”
“I’ll get Rue on the case.”
Quinn starts to laugh in agreement, but it suddenly stops. “Oh.”
“Oh what?” I ask.
Adrenaline pumps in me but beneath that is a fever and churning stomach.
“Oh, I think that’s the least of your problems. I can see right here on my device that according to the Stitch grapevine the Queen Bee’s about to release a new Stitch, and apparently, it’s not good. It’s all about you.”
Shit.
I promised you gossip, didn’t I?
Big gossip.
Not the tiny dribbles of hot, hot honey I’ve fed you today but the real deal.
The. Real. Deal
I know!
The so-called biggest scandal that turned out not to be a scandal was two Alphas being unable to control themselves (some say led on, others say ban them from the Season…vote now!) or so you might think!
We know Iris G disappeared from the party with a tall, silent, handsome type.
