Empire High Elite (Empire High #2) - Ivy Smoak Page 0,80

said.

Mr. Pruitt shook his head. “Isabella, I told you that you had to keep him in your room while he’s being trained. We talked about this.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. He must have slipped out when Anderson came in to clean. I told you we should fire her. She’s horrid help. This is all her fault. Not mine. And not poor Sir Wilfred’s. He didn’t know any better. But Anderson did.”

Anderson. I didn’t know any of the staff’s last names besides Miller. I wondered who was going to take the blame for Isabella’s cruel prank. I bit down on the inside of my cheek. I didn’t want to start World War 3.

“Very well,” Mr. Pruitt said. “I’ll take care of Anderson. As for this…” he shook his head. “Will you be a dear and let Brooklyn borrow one of your dresses for homecoming? I’m sure the two of you can find something that fits her.”

“But, Daddy…”

“No buts. Your dog did this. So you will share with your sister.” He turned to me, his expression void of the anger that had been there moments before. “Brooklyn,” he said and cleared his throat. “I wasn’t sure if you had hired someone to help get you ready, so I arranged for Justin to assist you. He’ll be here shortly. And I’ll have him order another of everything that was ruined.” He sighed like Isabella was as exhausting to him as she was to me. “Your friend can stay, of course. It’s the least I can do after this disaster.” He stepped forward and put out his hand. “I’m Richard Pruitt. You must be Kennedy Alcaraz. I’ll add you to Brooklyn’s list of approved visitors.”

For a second Kennedy just stared at his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she finally said and shook it. I swore she curtseyed, and the corners of Mr. Pruitt’s mouth ticked up ever so slightly.

“The pleasure is all mine. You two have fun getting ready. And if there is anything you need, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll be in my study.” He turned back around. “Apologize before you leave, princess,” he said as he walked past Isabella and out the door.

It looked like Isabella was going to explode.

The three of us just stood there awkwardly for a moment as Mr. Pruitt’s shoes echoed in the hallway.

“If you think I’m loaning you one of my dresses, you’re out of your damned mind,” Isabella said. “And I can’t wait to cash in on that favor you owe me.”

“What favor? Your dad came up here anyway. I don’t owe you anything.”

“Yeah, but I told him I made a mistake. That everything was fine. That’s what you asked me to do. And I did.”

What the hell was wrong with her? “You were supposed to do that before he came up here. I don’t owe you a thing.”

She shrugged. “Too bad. We had a verbal agreement, Sissy. Now you owe me whatever I want. I believe your exact words were…anything.”

“You should be thanking me,” I said. “I went along with your Sir Wilfred lie.”

She kissed the side of her dog’s head and put him down on the ground. “Which was your choice. I can’t help it if you’re a little slow. Make, Sir Wilfred.”

I was about to ask her what she was talking about when Sir Wilfred pranced over and proceeded to pee all over the pile of ruined clothes.

“What is wrong with you?” Kennedy said and held her nose closed.

“Me?” asked Isabella. “Absolutely nothing. I’m perfect if you haven’t noticed. Come, Sir Wilfred. I need to get ready for the dance.”

The fluffy dog lowered his leg and ran after his evil master.

“Stupid dog,” Kennedy said when Isabella left.

“Stupid Isabella.”

“Why’d you go along with her?” Kennedy asked. “The clothes clearly weren’t destroyed by that dog.”

I didn’t want to admit that I was scared of Isabella. That I was worried she’d actually kill me. I was pretty sure it was all in my head. And I needed to learn how to stand up to her if I was going to live here. “I’ve learned to pick my battles with her.”

Kennedy flopped down on my bed. “What do you think she’s going to do when she realizes your homecoming dress is in Miller’s room?”

I had completely forgotten. I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God. I couldn’t care less about homecoming. But I would have cried if something had happened to my mom’s dress. “She’s going to lose her mind. Well, she’d lose it if she