“So you’re the Kappas’ next victim, I see?” Startled Vivi turned to see a girl in tight black jeans and a shredded black shirt sitting cross-legged in the grass. She raised an eyebrow meaningfully at the lavender envelope in Vivi’s hand.
Instinctively, Vivi tucked the envelope in her purse. She wasn’t sure how this worked. Was she allowed to tell people she’d been invited? Or was it a secret? She went for noncommittal. “I don’t really know much about it yet.”
The girl gave Vivi a penetrating look that made Zoe’s stare seem friendly by comparison, then smirked and rose to her feet. “Be careful with them,” she said, almost more to herself than to Vivi, then sauntered away.