Chapter 252

The Mess is fairly quiet, and we don’t have any showdowns at the high table like we did last year. Turns out Harper has carved a new niche for herself in the rear courtyard. Fine by me. I’d rather not battle over chicken cordon bleu with garlic mashed potatoes and roasted zucchini, thank you very much.

I pick at my plate and wonder about Isabella, if she really is my full sister like Harper is claiming, if she’s mixed up in Infinity Club bullshit already. I’ve asked the boys, but they all swear they have no idea, that if she is being sponsored by one of the Harpies, they don’t know about it.

“I haven’t heard anything,” Lizzie says, handing her plate up to waiter when he stops by. I send him with mine as well, even though I didn’t eat much. I’m too distracted, and all the boys (plus Miranda) are busy right now, so … it’s just me and her.

To say it’s awkward as hell would be an understatement. We’ve been back at school for several weeks now, and Lizzie and I only tal