I was too angry to speak to Victor on the drive home. My mind was swirling with the words I wanted to say. But I needed to compose myself if I wanted to be able to say the words that would get Amy invited to my ball.
It was my ball. Why couldn’t I have my best friend there?
As soon as Victor pulled the Lamborghini in front of the mansion's front entrance, I jumped out and speed-walked straight to Alex’s den.
The door was open, and I could see Alex behind his desk. He was on the phone, but he looked up and saw me and smiled.
Victor caught up with me a few seconds later as I anxiously stood in the doorway, waiting for Alex to finish his call. I indicated Alex was on the phone and put a finger to my lips for him to be quiet.
He nodded and silently waited beside me. When Alex saw us, he
