I didn't design it around someone who could become socially invisible once she was already inside.
Drew watches my face.
“See?”
“See what?”
“That little twitch.”
“I didn't twitch.”
“You're doing math.”
“I always do math.”
“She's a guest.”
“Maybe.”
His grin grows.
“Now you're learning.”
I leave him before he becomes more pleased with himself.
By the time dinner begins, I've questioned nineteen people.
Nothing.
By the speeches, thirty-four.
Still nothing.
Vale catches me outside the service corridor after I finish speaking to the catering director.
“Are you planning to interrogate the cake?”
“If necessary.”
“You're missing Haverhill's reception.”
“I can hear it.”
“You've known him long enough to know he'll notice.”
I glance through the open doors.
Kane has Hannah tucked against his side while Jalen says something into a microphone that makes half the room laugh and the other half cover their faces.
Haverhill looks happy.
Annoyingly happy.
“Five minutes,” I tell Vale.
“You said that twenty minutes ago.”
I look at him.