Aria
My gut tightens as I watch Lizelle walking toward us. I did not like her in the diner, and I do not like her now. I wonder if she will recognize me. If she does, she could blow my cover.
“Relax,” Maya says comfortingly. “The last time she saw you, you looked homeless and were beaten up. After Dahlia’s makeover, there is no way she would recognize you.”
“I hope you’re right,” I say uncomfortable. “I don’t want to fail on my first day at work.”
“Why is she even coming this way?” I frown. “There is no way in this universe or the next that Dahlia and the three y’s will be friends with her.”
“Hello Dahlia,” Lizelle greets nervously as she intertwines her fingers.
“Urgh, not again,” Kylie groans next to me.
“May I join you?” Lizelle asks hopeful and I cannot help but feel sorry for h
