Perfect Mistake (Privilege, Band 3) - Softcover

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Kate Brian is the author of the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling Private series and its spin-off series Privilege. She has also written many other books for teens including Sweet 16 and Megan Meade’s Guide to the McGowan Boys.

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PERFECT MISTAKE

HOW FAR WE’VE COME

The first thing Ariana Osgood noticed was Kaitlynn Nottingham’s shoes—those gorgeous, brown leather Marc Jacobs wedge sandals. Then she let her gaze travel ever so slowly from her enemy’s pedicured toes up her long, recently waxed legs. She took in the pressed shorts, the pink sweater, the perfectly cropped hair. Finally, finally she looked into Kaitlynn’s eyes. Jade green, they gleamed with malevolence.

In moments of abject fury, Ariana Osgood’s mind often went for the details. The things she could catalogue, analyze, compartmentalize. And her particular obsession was shoes. Where the hell had Kaitlynn gotten the money for Marc Jacobs wedge sandals?

But then, Ariana already knew the answer to this question: Kaitlynn had gotten the money from her. That one million dollars Ariana had wasted blood, sweat, and tears to raise—the one million dollars Kaitlynn was supposed to be using to start a new life in Australia—had, at least partially, been used to secure a new wardrobe, an expensive haircut, and some seriously killer shoes. All things that would help Kaitlynn blend in perfectly on the Atherton-Pryce Hall campus. Ariana’s campus, where the two of them now stood, in the rapidly waning light of the late-summer evening, facing off amidst a hundred happily chatting prep schoolers.

“Are you okay, Ana?” Kaitlynn asked, tilting her head in faux concern. She had just introduced herself as Lillian Oswald. So very close to Ariana’s mother’s name, Lillian Osgood. Kaitlynn had clearly known this would get right under Ariana’s skin. “You look a little faint.”

“She’s right, Ana,” Brigit Rhygsted agreed, reaching for Ariana’s arm. “Have you eaten anything since the race this morning? We should get you some food.” She gestured to the far wall of the room, where a few guys were high-fiving one another. “There’s a table over there full of crap I can’t eat. Want me to get you something? Or maybe Lily can. I’m on a diet,” she explained to Kaitlynn. “I probably shouldn’t even go near it. I have no willpower at all.”

Ariana’s fingers curled. It was almost funny, Brigit babbling about her struggles with food as if that were important right now. But then, she had no idea there was a serious battle of wills going on right in front of her. As far as she knew, “Ana Covington” and “Lillian Oswald” had never met before this moment.

“No, thank you. I’m fine,” Ariana said through her teeth, lifting her chin to show Kaitlynn that she was not about to go weak at the very sight of her. Even though that was exactly what had happened the moment she’d spotted Kaitlynn on the crowded quad. The party continued to bubble and swell, but all Ariana could do was hug herself tightly in an attempt to quell her rage-induced trembling.

A few yards away, Palmer Liriano laughed and Ariana found him with her eyes, needing a moment of relief. He stood near a table of sandwiches and snacks, laughing along with two of his best friends, Christian Brooks and international pop star Landon Jacobs. Ariana focused on his handsome face, his carefree smile, the way the breeze tossed his black hair back from his forehead, hoping the glimpse of her crush—the guy she would soon be calling her boyfriend—would soothe her. But it didn’t work.

Kaitlynn Nottingham was here. The only person on the planet who could obliterate Ariana’s carefully laid plan for a new life—the person who had sworn she’d be on a plane to another country by tonight if Ariana gave her the money she needed—was instead here. On the Atherton-Pryce Hall campus. The place that was supposed to be Ariana’s new home. Her sanctuary.

The enemy had invaded. Had used Ariana’s money to worm her way into APH. And now that she was here, who knew what she was going to do next?

“I think she’s right, Ana. Let’s get you something to eat,” Kaitlynn said pointedly, clasping Ariana’s upper arm in her viselike grip. Ariana imagined her skin melting away under the girl’s poisonous touch. “Come on. We’ll grab a snack and get to know each other better.”

For a moment, Ariana assumed Brigit would follow, but there was something exclusionary in Kaitlynn’s tone, and Brigit’s wide blue eyes showed that she’d picked up on it. When Ariana glanced over her shoulder at Brigit, the girl had already roped Adam Lazerri, a scholarship student who had just transferred to APH, into conversation.

Kaitlynn released Ariana in front of one of the snack tables and started to load up a clear glass plate with sweets. All around them, friends gabbed and gossiped; a few adventurous couples had created their own dance floor at the center of the circle of tables, and every now and then someone would throw out a cheer for Team Gold and half the crowd would cheer and whoop in response. Everyone was having fun, except Ariana.

“Before you can embarrass yourself asking all the obvious questions, let me answer them,” Kaitlynn said lightly, addressing the wide array of fruit, cookies, cakes, and tarts rather than granting Ariana the courtesy of looking her in the eye. She spoke at a volume just loud enough for Ariana alone to hear. “I’ve signed over most of the money you gave me to secure my place in APH’s junior class and in this exclusive dorm thing you and your new friends call Privilege House.”

Ariana’s rage swelled to nuclear levels. “No. You can’t,” she said under her breath. “You cannot be in Privilege House.”

Not after all the work Ariana had done to get in. Not after she’d been forced to steal from her team to buy Kaitlynn’s silence about her true identity. Not after rigging the crew race that morning to ensure Team Gold’s victory. Privilege House was Ariana’s plum. The shiny purple plum that she had won for herself—and for Palmer Liriano and Lexa Greene and the rest of her team. She had not gone to all that trouble so Kaitlynn Nottingham of all people could share in the spoils.

“Apparently I can,” Kaitlynn said blithely, nibbling on a black-and-white cookie. “You’d be surprised how hard up the APH administration was for cash. Seems the recession hit this place where it hurts.”

Ariana’s fingernails dug into the flesh on her forearm. This was all too much to bear. Far too much to absorb over the space of two measly minutes. Her brain was still wrapping itself around the fact that Kaitlynn had lied to her about her plans to leave the country, and now she was supposed to accept the fact that the girl had duped her again? That she had forced Ariana to raise for her the very money that would buy her a spot in Ariana’s life? And not only a spot, but a significant spot? The girl was going to be living in her dorm, amongst her friends. Ariana was going to have to see her, talk to her, deal with her every single day.

But there was no denying it. Kaitlynn was standing right there. Just six inches away. Enjoying her cookie and smiling at megastar Landon, Maria Stanzini’s secret boyfriend, across the quad.

“Who’s that?” Kaitlynn asked, popping a blueberry into her mouth. “He is absolutely munchable.”

Ariana’s vision began to prickle over with gray spots....