Daisy’s best friend, Jo Quang, finished packing up her advanced French books and came around from behind Madame Bellamy’s desk, never taking her gaze off Riva and Emmy. She grinned at Daisy. “Something was going on with them for the whole last half of class,” she whispered, leaning in so no one else could hear. “Did you see?”
Do not blush, Daisy ordered herself. Her skin was dark enough that most people wouldn’t have noticed, but Jo knew everything about her. Everything, that is, except for that one really important thing she’d never told anybody, which Daisy absolutely could not let Jo know and which meant there was no way she could stand here and talk about Riva Corley.
She shrugged. “Madame Bellamy gave me a bunch of papers to grade. I wasn’t really looking.”