Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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"Fuck!" I exclaimed when the cup full of paintbrushes and water tipped over, causing murky liquid to splash all over the table. I quickly used the towel from my shower to clean it up.
"Ria? You okay in there?" Jess called out from the other room.
"Just fine," I called back.
"Sam, get a move on," I heard Jess say. "We were supposed to be there fifteen minutes ago."
I adjusted the hem of my purple dress I wore as I walked out of my room. "Jess, you look great," I told her, inspecting her nurse outfit and her perfectly curled blonde hair.
"I still can't believe you choose to be Daphne," Jess replied, putting in an earring. "Sam! You coming or what?"
Sam leaned out of the doorway and into this room, shaggy brown hair falling in his face. "Do I have to?"
"Yes, you do," I told him.
"It'll be fun," Jess added, slinging an arm around my shoulder as Sam stepped out into the room. "And where is your costume?"
"Or are you still being Mr. Buzzkill?" I smiled sarcastically.
Sam scoffed, giving me a look before turning back to his girlfriend. "You know how I feel about Halloween."
"Well, get over it because we are going to par-tay," I said.
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"Here's to Sam and his awesome LSAT victory." Jess raised a shot glass as we all stood in a crowded bar around a small table.
"Alright, alright, it's not that big of a deal," Sam said as we clicked out glasses together.
"He acts all humble, but he scored a 174," Jess continued as I downed my shot.
"Hmm, is that good?" Luis—one of Sam's friends—asked, setting his shot glass down.
"Scary good." Jess chuckled.
"So there you go. You got first round draft pick," Luis told Sam, hand on his shoulder. "You can go to any law school you want."
"Actually, I got an interview here. Monday," Sam told us, smiling a little as he looked down. "If it goes okay, I think I got a shot at a full-ride next year."
"That's great, Sam." I shoved his shoulder. "I'll get you to keep my Uncle Kenny out of jail when you're a big, awesome lawyer."
"Hey, it's gonna go great," Jess told him, taking his hand.
