Kendra and I had shared a dorm room for two years.

Now she was laughing through a hotel wall.

Her voice sounded slightly muffled through the thick paneling, but the words were easy to understand.

Vanessa laughed again.

It was a low sound, completely different from the sweet tone she had used during her speech downstairs in the dining room.

She had stood there holding a champagne glass, calling me her sister.

“She’s completely clueless,” Vanessa said.