In the dining room, Ginger was sitting there, enjoying a fancy breakfast. When she saw me, she gracefully wiped her mouth with a napkin.
“Awake? I was starting to think you were planning to starve yourself to death in there.”
I went straight to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.
But of course, she wouldn’t let it go.
“Darcey, about the competition,” she said. “We should probably talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” I twisted the cap off the bottle, my voice raspy.
“How could there not be anything to talk about?” She set her fork down. “Do you have any idea what kind of damage this has done to the d'Amboises? People online are saying they raised an ungrateful wolf! Even Lee’s company is taking a hit!”
My hand froze mid-twist. “So?”
“So,” she said, her voice dripping with fake kindness, “I think you should release a statement. Admit to the plagiarism, apologize to everyone—it’s really the best solution for all of us. Don’t worry, though. If you take responsibility, I won’t press charges.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Admit it? Why should I admit to something I didn’t do?”