Chapter 12

By the time she returned to the table, Ingrid was busy debriefing with Aurora, who took notes on a tablet. Tasia couldn’t help but notice that Ingrid was still in her party wear, and pointed it out.

“She’s not as messy of an eater as you are,” Aurora said with a stern glare. “I’m the one who has to clean those clothes, you know.”

“I’m not a messy eater,” said Tasia, promptly taking a giant spoon of mashed potatoes and spilling it on her hoodie. Aurora just tsked at her and went back to her conversation with Ingrid. A few minutes later, Tasia’s phone buzzed and she pulled it out of her pocket to see a text from an unknown number.

>New phone, who dis?

Frowning, Tasia replied. It’s Tasia, she wrote. Seconds later, the phone buzzed.

You sound hot, pls send nudes

Stunned, Tasia stared at her phone. Had she accidentally emailed or texted the wrong person? Uncertain what to do, she set her phone on the table and stared at it.