A few days later, Yolanda mentioned casually, "Oh, I’m going out with some friends this weekend. Probably won’t be back to the dorm."
Yeah, sure. Friends.
I knew exactly what she was up to. She was planning to spend the weekend with Miles Larkin—the heir to the Larkin Group. What confused me was how she even got close to him. A guy like Miles wouldn’t just sleep with anyone.
So I followed her. And yep, just as I suspected, she drugged his drink. Watched the whole thing go down from a distance. She really didn’t hesitate.
When she came back, she looked completely drained. Slept like a rock. Honestly, it seemed like whatever happened in that hotel had taken everything out of her.
A couple weeks later, out of nowhere, she asked, "Trixie, did your period come this month?"
I shook my head. "Nope. It’s been about a week late."
Yolanda gave me this weird little smile. "That’s normal. You don’t even have a boyfriend, so don’t overthink it. Maybe just your hormone or something."
"Yeah, probably. Kinda nice not having it, to be honest." I laughed a little, trying to sound casual.