Chapter 32

Brooklyn walked into the girls’ toilets and met Sasha, Alice, and Violet.

“What time do you call this, girl?” Sasha asked, checking her imaginary watch. “I’m assuming you and Harry didn’t just talk.”

Brooklyn sent a look to Sasha but didn’t say anything. She walked over to the mirror and scrunched her face up. “It’s going to bruise,” she pouted. “That’s going to look great for the party.”

“Violet can do wonders with makeup,” Sasha said. “We’ll sort it tomorrow.”

“Her ring scratched me,” Brooklyn said and gingerly touched the red area on her face.

“I can’t believe she slapped you,” Violet murmured and passed Brooklyn a tissue.

“Thanks,” Brooklyn said, wetting the tissue and wiping the dried blood from her face.

“Your back is red,” Violet said, and Sasha jumped off the side where she was sitting and stood behind Brooklyn.

“You’re bleeding,” Sasha said. “Stacy is such a bitch! I can’t believe she did this!”

“Is it bleeding badly?” B