"Elsie asking us to make our own alterations, if that doesn't scream trap, I don't know what does," Daisy said as she leaned against the desk. They had managed to find an empty class to regroup after that doomed Luncheon meeting.
"She intends to humiliate us." Ivy glanced down at her phone as if expecting a call. She bit her lip. "We're rogues. She wants to make that clear to every parent attending that Luncheon."
The girls didn't need Ivy to finish. It was as clear as daylight.
Even if her family was new money, they were still aristocrats—and they would attend the Luncheon because Elsie had made sure an invitation was sent. They could see the game being played here. Elsie wanted the Sinclair family to see their daughter at her worst. Hanging out with rebels? Rogues? Her parents would be mortified.
