Maybe even Mrs. Reid herself hadn't realized—every time she got jealous, her little ears would turn red.
Logan looked at her nearly-glowing ears and lowered his voice. "We can't let the whole resort get poisoned by vinegar just to fulfill that second request, don't you think?"
Selina's ears flushed an even deeper red.
Wait—what do you mean, "don't you think"? Logan was doing this on purpose. She wasn't jealous!
…
The day passed quickly. After a full day of playing in the snow, Selina was exhausted and just wanted a hot shower and a warm bed.
But someone came rushing in—Angelica's agent.
"You still haven't found Angelica? Where could she be this late? Her phone's off!"
The lead bodyguard shook his head. "We've looked everywhere. Could Miss Clark have already gone down the mountain?"
"No way! If she did, she would've called me!" The agent was pacing anxiously.
Someone nearby asked, "What's going on? Angelica's not back? Has anyone seen her?"
