Oh, my dear, loyal subjects. I loved seeing you all at the ball, and you’ve given me so much to update my readers on! Where to start?
There are the basic, boring things I could get out of the way first. Gemini Gallagher, for instance, was spotted having quite the heated convo with ex-beau Benji Riddle. That’s right, folks. Remember all those cute love songs from Benji’s early days in music and the mysterious girlfriend none of us knew anything about? Well she’s made quite the return to his life, and I for one can’t help but notice she bears a striking resemblance to a few other people in his inner circle.
Then there’s dear little Tora Lovett, who didn’t feel like playing my games. I’ll admit I was disappointed, though not entirely surprised. I guess the next time I want to go after Juliet, Reece or Evie I’ll have to aim directly for them, not that it’ll be too hard with everything they’re holding in. In the meantime though, Tora will keeping every day like it could be her last, because, well, it could be. May she rest in peace in, well, however long it takes for her to officially lose her battle with her cancer.
Alexa Paige shocked no one as she made things official with Moony Rayne, and left poor Drew Fields liking his wounds. I’m already bored, though. It’s all well enough that all three of their secrets are still mine to keep, or to tell.
Sabrina Mitchell on the other hand turned heads. The press’ heads anyway. I’ll break the news here first, though. Logan Bell has been stalking her. As of right now, the details of just how long this situation has been going on, or what Mitchell will be doing about it, are unclear, but I’m sure this isn’t the last we’ll hear of it.
And now I’ve gotta give myself a little pat on the back for a job well done. Not only did I attend last night’s ball, and have a great time, while I was at it, I also provided costumes for two of my personal guests of honor. So consider this my little thank you to Cleo Miller and Max Boone for wearing the dresses I so kindly sent you. I really appreciated your accidental switcheroo. Well, accidental for you. It went almost exactly the way I had planned.
I’m a little disappointed Max didn’t sell her story to Connor quite as well as I’d hoped, but she did what I asked of her, so I’m not going to be overly particular. Max might sleep well at night knowing her secret is safe, but how will she sleep knowing what she ruined for Cleo?
And finally, Cleo. My sweet little princess. How was your night at the ball? Was it everything you could have dreamed? Did you see fireworks when you got one last kiss from Rylan? Or better yet, Ry, did you feel the sparks when you accidentally laid one on your ex instead of your new flame? Did you even notice it wasn’t Max you were kissing? Did you even feel bad? I’m sure Cleo does right about now.
Honestly, Cle, I think I might have exposed you even if you had followed my task for you, but fortunately for me, you failed to be honest with Rylan about how you really felt, and now I can sleep guiltless tonight since I didn’t have to change the terms of our agreement. So here’s the clencher, my loyal readers. Or should I say Cleo’s loyal readers. It was her blog to begin with anyway. That’s right, folks. While you all have been palling around with Cleo, she’s the one who’s been selling out your private lives online, as the creator and (former) owner of this very gossip site.
Thanks for building up a readers base for me, Cle. I’m sure you won’t mind if I take things from here on out.
















