Jill frowned. “What are you talking about? What don’t I know?”

Oh God. Why, oh why, did I have to be the one to deliver this news? Why couldn’t I be locked away in my room or the library doing something enjoyable, like homework?

“Eddie’s, um, asked Angeline out. I don’t know when it’s going to happen, but he decided to give her a chance.” He hadn’t borrowed my car, so presumably there’d been no date yet.

Jill looked stricken. “W-what? Eddie and Angeline? But… he can’t stand her…”

“Something changed,” I said lamely. “I’m not sure what. It’s not like, er, epic love, but they’ve gotten closer these last few weeks. I’m sorry.” Jill seemed more devastated by this than breaking up with Micah.

She looked away and blinked back tears. “It’s okay. I mean, I never encouraged him. He probably still thinks I’m dating Micah. Why should he have waited around? He should have someone.”

“Jill—”

“It’s okay. I’ll be okay.” She looked so sad and then, amazingly, her face grew even darker. “Oh, Sydney. You’re going to be so mad at me.”

I was still thinking of Micah and felt totally confused at the topic change. “Why?”

She reached into her backpack and pulled out a glossy magazine. It was some kind of southern California tourism one, with articles and ads highlighting the area. One of the pages was marked, and I turned to it. It was a full-page advertisement for Lia DiStefano, a collage of pictures of her various designs.

And one of the photos was of Jill.

It took me a moment to catch it. The picture was a profile shot, with Jill in sunglasses and a fedora—as well as that peacock-colored scarf Lia had given her. Jill’s curly hair streamed out behind her, and the angles of her face looked beautiful. If I hadn’t known Jill so well, I would never have identified her as this chic model—though it would certainly be obvious that she was a Moroi to anyone who knew what to look for.

“How?” I demanded. “How did this happen?”

Jill took a deep breath, ready to accept her blame. “When she dropped off the costumes and gave me the scarf, she asked if I’d let her take a picture to see how the colors photographed. She had some of the other accessories in the car, and I put those on too. She wanted to prove to me that with the right coverage, she could hide my identity. But I never thought… I mean, she didn’t say she’d use it. God, I feel so stupid.”

Maybe not stupid, but certainly naïve. I nearly crumpled up the magazine. I was furious at Lia. Part of me wanted to sue for using a picture of a minor without permission, but we had much bigger problems. How wide was this magazine’s circulation? If Lia had only put Jill’s photo on display in California, maybe no one would recognize her. Still, a Moroi model could raise eyebrows. Who knows what kind of trouble this was going to cause for us now?