When she leaves, I glance at the top left corner of the glass for the time. Twelve-twenty. The party ended nearly half an hour ago.
A new ping appears from the network that airs my digi-stream. I open it, and an image takes over half of the glass. It's the new ad for the season finale-the wedding episode. It shows Hennessy and me, looking hot as hell, his arms wrapped around me, this smoldering look in his eyes that millions of girls all over the world wish he would turn on them.
But he's all mine.
The ad flashes, Don't miss the wedding of the century-a Network Four exclusive! Lady Waverly Whitmore + Sir Hennessy Chapman Forever!
I squeal in delight and swipe the screen off. Then I strip out of my robe and leotard and throw on some clothes. I grab my mini-glass tablet on the way out of my room, tapping through the menus as I head down the hall toward my mother's room to show her.
She's not in her room. She's not in her office either. But then I hear her voice and feel a draft from downstairs. The front door is standing wide open.
"Waverly Whitmore!" my mother snaps. "Get out of the car!"
Huh?
I jog down the stairs, clutching my tablet in my left hand, but I forget all about my mother when I look beyond her to see Hennessy getting out of a long black car. "Look! They've got it loaded already!" I hold up the tablet to show him the image. "Have you seen it yet? It'll be on every billboard in the city by tomorrow night."
But then my focus settles on the girl standing next to him, and my hand falls limp at my side. My jaw literally drops. "What the hell is going on?"
The girl standing next to my fiancé? She's wearing my face.