ALPHAS of the PEAK
As I settled in, a flash of platinum hair caught my eye from the far back row.
The Cruz Twins.
If I hadn't known they were my half-sisters, I wouldn't have recognized them. The last time I saw them, they were scrawny kids with dirt under their fingernails. Now, at sixteen, they looked like the polished, lethal socialites my mother spent millions trying to create. They wore matching silk headbands and expressions that suggested I was something the cat had dragged in from the rain.
“Welcome home, Maddie,” the one on the left said, her voice dripping with a sweetness that felt like a razor blade. “We’ve heard so much about your... adventures in California.”
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