Meet Jade Cross, New York City's infamous heartbreaker-better known as the Black Widow.
She plays with guys at her will and, once she's had her fun, leaves them with a broken heart and a red kiss at the corner of their lips-her trademark.
Her latest...
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Jade's POV
"This looks amazing, Liz."
She looked at me with a warm smile.
"I didn't realize it was that good until now."
"How come?"
"Because you, of all people, seem genuinely excited about it."
I rolled my eyes. "Hilarious."
"Elisabeth."
I turned at the sound of her full name.
Liz's parents were making their way toward us through the crowd, standing out immediately among the students. Everyone else looked like they belonged at a university exhibition.
Her parents looked like they were on their way to a reservation somewhere expensive.
Liz's face changed the second she saw them. "You made it."
Her mother glanced around the stand. "So this is your work?"
Liz started fiddling with her fingers as she followed her gaze.
"Yes."
Her mother studied a few of the pieces before finally nodding. "Not bad at all."
Liz immediately looked toward her father. "Father?"
He took considerably longer.
"I suppose I don't completely understand it," he admitted, "but it has its charm."
Then he smiled.
Barely.
Still, I was pretty sure that was the first time I'd ever seen him do it.
The pride on Liz's face was impossible to miss.
I smiled too.
About time.
"Go have a look around," Liz told them. "There's some incredible work from the other students too."
They both nodded and moved away.
The moment they were out of earshot, I raised my eyebrows at Liz.
She was still staring after them, mouth slightly open. "Did I dream that?"
I laughed and flicked her forehead.
"Ow." She rubbed the spot. "Why?"
"You asked a question. I answered it."
Liz glared at me.
That was when I noticed a girl standing nearby, studying one of Liz's pieces.
Her hair was a distinctive ashy blonde, almost white, cut just below a sharp jawline. She glanced toward us and smiled.
Liz looked over too.
I raised an eyebrow.
"What?" she said. "I thought I recognized her from my art class."
