Hazel, Sarah, Brooklyn and Leighton find themselves torn between two versions of the same person: the brand new; perfectly kind and trustworthy and the old outdated version; the sparkling dynamite of a bitch. While Fallon Stamolis is settling quite cosily into Ariana Thomas's life, none of the girls realise that the past is catching up to them. Ariana watches over them, and she could be back any moment to reclaim her life and give them what they deserve. But who is this person in red stiletto heels who seems to know their every move- who should they trust? If you are brave, play the Envy Game with Ariana and Fallon, and find out who plays it better.

A dense fog surrounded me, confusing my senses. Suddenly, it cleared and a room solidified in my sight. Confusion swept over me. At this rate, it was becoming my new best friend. My gaze swept around the room, landing on a door that had materialized in one of the walls. I began to move towards it, instincts pushing my confusion out of the way. Before I could even take two steps, someone threw a hood over my head. My elbows and feet flailed, trying to plant themselves on my attacker. It was no use. Strong arms wrapped around my torso, containing me enough to drag me somewhere only God knew of. My attacker threw me onto the ground suddenly, pulling my hood off before I hit the floor. The room I had been in was gone. I looked around, but it was completely empty. That's when I heard them. The whispers. They were telling me to run. The same warning over and over again, getting louder with each second. I sprang to my feet, the room now swirling around me. There wasn't a door. I was trapped.