Revelation

by Kate Brian

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  had always talked about as if they were characters in a fairy tale, were her dorm mates. Her

  friends. Her sisters.

  When Ariana was just a few feet away, she noticed that Isabella Bautista, a senior who had taken

  Ariana under her wing at the beginning of the year, was playing with her violet D&G heels under

  the table, letting them swing from her toes as she gazed around the ballroom. Suddenly the right

  one fell off and landed a few inches away from her foot. Ariana watched as Isabelle scooched

  down in her chair as casually as possible to retrieve it. As she was fishing around with her toes, she

  brushed Noelle Lange's ankle, and Noelle whacked her boyfriend Dash McCafferty's arm.

  "You're playing footsie with me? What are we, twelve?" Noelle joked.

  "Wasn't me," Dash replied, flashing a killer smile. "But I'll play any time you want."

  Isabella finally shoved her foot into her shoe and sat up again, admitting to nothing, but the

  snapshot of normality soothed Ariana. She smiled and finally joined them.

  "There you are," Noelle said, flipping her thick dark mane of hair over her shoulder as Ariana

  slipped into her chair. Noelle was, as always, wearing her signature black--a sleek satin Adam &

  Eve dress that showed off all her curves. "I was beginning to think you'd nicked a bottle of Dash's

  contraband Cristal and gone streaking through the streets of Easton."

  Noelle took a sip of champagne from her crystal flute--the champagne Dash had paid off the

  waiters to serve their table in lieu of sparkling cider, since alcohol was prohibited at school

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  and then took a bite of a chocolate-covered strawberry. Noelle was Ariana's best friend at Easton.

  They balanced each other well. Noelle was more brazen and confident, where Ariana was more

  reserved and cautious. During their hazing period at Billings, Noelle had helped Ariana through

  more than one crisis of confidence, while Ariana had helped Noelle refrain from telling off the

  older sisters on more than one occasion. She was sure that neither of them would have made it

  through initiation without the other.

  "Noelle, streaking is so gauche," Ariana admonished as she took a seat beside Daniel. She

  smoothed her white, layered Alberta Ferretti dress over her knees and wrapped her hands around

  the seat of her raw silk-covered chair. "I was just taking it all in. The social committee did an

  incredible job."

  "I swear, if you start rhapsodizing about the engraving on the silverware, I will kill you." Noelle

  groaned and slipped a silver monogrammed flask from her beaded Marc Jacobs clutch.

  "I think it's cute when you go all poetic," Daniel said, draping his arm across the back of Ariana's

  chair. Ariana looked up at his chiseled profile, his auburn hair, his ridiculously long lashes, and felt

  for the millionth time the triumph of having a boyfriend like him. They'd been a couple for more

  than a year, and she still marveled that he had chosen her over all other girls at Easton. "And

  Noelle..." He tipped his champagne flute toward her. "If you kill my girlfriend, you can kiss Dash

  good-bye."

  "It's Christmas. There will be no killing on my watch," Ariana said.

  "Buzzkill." Noelle offered the flask to Dash, but he waved it off.

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  "I have an early day tomorrow," he said, checking his thick silver watch. He ran his hands through

  his wavy blond hair and blew out a sigh. "I have to be in Boston at six a.m. to meet my father."

  "Six a.m.? You are a saint, Dash McCafferty," Paige Ryan said as Noelle handed her the flask

  instead.

  Dash blushed, even with Noelle watching. Paige just had that kind of power over people. Her

  great-great-grandmother Jessica Billings had founded Billings House more than eighty years ago.

  Paige, with her auburn curls and glass green eyes, was Billings. The true leader. The girl who made

  even Noelle pause with uncertainty. She was also Daniel's twin sister.

  "So what did I miss?" Ariana asked.

  "About ten minutes of your boyfriend talking about your Christmas vacation plans. It was lethally

  boring--even worse than when you get into your Emily Dickinson moods." Noelle rolled her dark

  eyes. A black-vested waiter silently reached over her shoulder, clearing plates and neatly laying

  dessert forks over fresh napkins.

  Daniel gave Ariana a quick kiss. "Vermont is going to rock," he said with a wink.

  Ariana gave Daniel a tight smile, her heart suddenly leaden in her chest. She knew what that wink

  meant. She and Daniel had long ago decided that they would lose their virginity to each other on

  their one-year anniversary. But when said anniversary had rolled around back in November, Ariana

  had chickened out. Of course, she hadn't let Daniel know she was scared. She had simply insisted

  that she was not about to lose her virginity in a dorm room. Daniel had been disappointed but

  understanding. The very next day he

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  had invited her to spend the holidays with him and his family at some gorgeous ski lodge in

  Vermont, promising some serious alone time.

  Ariana knew what that meant. It meant no more excuses.

  The question was, why wasn't she excited about it? After all, Daniel was perfect. He won Firsts

  every semester, was captain of the lacrosse team, and model-cute, and had already been accepted

  to Harvard early decision. But the thought of having sex with him made her feel as if she'd

  swallowed a herd of elephants. That couldn't be normal. Any girl would kill to be in her position, to

  have a boyfriend like Daniel. What was wrong with her? She studied her napkin--white, silk,

  Italian--until the feeling passed.

  "Well, I'm jealous." Isabella adjusted the strap of her deep purple satin dress. "My parents are

  ditching me for Turks and Caicos. I'm campus-bound until Christmas."

  "You can come to New York with me if you want," Noelle offered with a shrug. "My parents won't

  even notice you're there."

  I wish I could take her up on that, Ariana thought, then immediately felt guilty. She picked one of

  the decorative red and gold-wrapped boxes off the table and ran the ribbons between her

  fingernails until they curled."Or you could come to Vermont with us," Paige said with a toss of her

  hair.

  She was just passing the flask to Ariana when Thomas Pearson appeared out of nowhere and

  grabbed it from her fingers. He dropped into the empty chair between Ariana and Paige and took a

  swig.

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  "Good stuff," he said, clearing his long brown bangs away from his eyes with a casual flick of his

  head. "But then, you girls always have the good stuff, don't you?"

  "Great. Now I'm going to have to have it sterilized, "Noelle groused, leaning over the table to

  snatch the flask.

  Thomas turned and smiled at Ariana, his deep blue eyes merry. Ariana's heart paused. She silently

  cursed her bad luck. Thomas had always made her uncomfortable. The way he thought he was

  better than everyone else. The way he constantly teased her. The fact that he was a loser drug-

  dealer with no respect for anyone around him...

  "Sterilized, get it?" he said to Ariana, his tone deadpan. He loosened his black tuxedo tie and slung

  one arm over the back of his chair. "Because I'm ridden with germs. She's hilarious."

  Ariana shifted her gaze and
inched away from Thomas and closer to Daniel, tucking her shoulder

  into the crook of his arm.

  "Seriously, come to Vermont," Paige said to Isabella, ignoring Thomas as she always did. Even

  though he was Dash's best friend and came from one of New York's best families, Paige never gave

  him the time of day. "Save me from being the third wheel to the sappy couple over here," she

  added, gesturing at Ariana and Daniel with a strawberry.

  "Aw, you're just bitter because Brady dumped you the second he got to Yale," Daniel teased his

  sister.

  Paige's eyes flashed angrily. "Excuse me, I did not get dumped. I broke up with him."

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  Everyone glanced around the table. They all knew that Brady Flynn had booted Paige. Several Yale-

  bound Easton alums had witnessed the dumping and instantly texted their friends about it. But of

  course no one would contradict Paige--to her face, anyway.

  "So what's the Lange family's Christmas protocol?" Isabella asked Noelle, deftly changing topics

  before Paige exploded. The last time Paige lost her temper, it had not been pretty. During chores

  one morning post-breakup she had reduced the normally tough Leanne Shore to tears, demanding

  she remake Paige's bed ten times until the hospital corners were at perfect ninety-degree angles.

  Afterward Leanne had spent an hour in the nurse's office with her inhaler, fighting off a panic

  attack.

  Ariana was proud that she had never broken down like that during hazing. Not in public, anyway.

  "The ballet, cocktails with my father's miserable excuse for an attorney and his overstuffed wife.

  The usual," Noelle said. "My parents will probably try to sneak in a little face time with the

  extracurriculars and write it off as Christmas shopping, meaning they have to buy me more

  presents. They get a little ass, I get a little Armani. It's a win-win."

  Noelle talked about her parents' affairs like she was giving an oral report on the industrial

  revolution. As if there were nothing in the world that could have been more mundane. Ariana

  fingered one of her aquamarine drop earrings, envying how everything was so easy, so

  straightforward for her best friend.

  "I can't imagine what that's like, worrying about when your parents

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  are going to schedule in their 'face time' with their sloppy sides." Daniel leaned back as the waiter

  delivered coffee cups and bowls of sugar to the table. "That's gotta suck."

  Ariana inhaled sharply. No one at this table needed a reminder about how happy and functional

  the Ryan family unit was. Noelle's dark eyes smoldered at the dig.

  "Well, Daniel, not everyone can have the perfect family, perfect grades, and the perfect girlfriend,"

  Thomas said wryly, teasing Ariana with his eyes.

  "If we did, what would we tell our therapists about?" Dash joked.

  "Or pop Xanax over," Thomas added with a short laugh.

  "Like you need an excuse to pop anything," Noelle put in.

  Thomas smiled. "Touche, Miss Lange." He snagged a sugar cube from the bowl and tossed it into

  his mouth. "What about you, Ariana? Popped anything lately?"

  Prickly heat assaulted Ariana's skin.

  "Dude," Daniel admonished, sitting forward to glare at Thomas.

  "What?" Thomas feigned innocence with upturned palms.

  Ariana forced herself to glance at Thomas. He was looking directly at her with his searing blue

  eyes.

  Just then a camera flashed, illuminating the beveled edges of her glass with sparks of light. Ariana

  flinched.

  "Jesus," Noelle snapped, waving her napkin in the direction of the flash. "Sergei, enough with the

  stalkerazzi act already. Find new muses."

  Sergei Tretyakov stood just two feet from the table, a black Nikon with a telephoto lens hanging

  from his neck. Sergei was a Latvian exchange student and an outsider at Easton. He had dark,

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  brows, coal-black eyes, and a slightly crooked nose. He could have been quirkily attractive, but he

  was painfully shy and had a tendency to stare. Plus he always wore these old, dirty tennis shoes no

  matter what else he had on. He was even wearing them tonight, to a formal event. Ariana could

  tell a lot about a person from his or her choice of footwear, and Sergei's kicks screamed "street

  urchin." Still, Ariana felt a certain reluctant affinity for him. She was, after all, a fellow observer.

  "Just one more," he said softly in his lilting Eastern European accent.

  This time, he pointed the camera directly at Ariana and snapped away. Ariana blushed at being

  singled out.

  Daniel stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the marble floor. "Dude, did you just take a

  picture of my girlfriend?"

  The table went silent and Ariana could feel Noelle's eyes on her. She stopped breathing.

  Not again... not again... not again...

  Ariana watched Sergei's face go ashen. He backed away slightly, his shoulders curled forward.

  "I've taken everyone's picture tonight." Sergei was like a cowering puppy in the face of an irate

  owner. Ariana couldn't take it. Besides, the last thing she wanted was a scene like the one that had

  played out in the woods last summer. Not here. Not now.

  "Daniel, it's fine. Don't worry about it," she said in a soothing voice.

  But Daniel wasn't having it. "No, it's not fine." He fixed his eyes on Sergei and crossed his arms

  over his chest. "Do you think my girlfriend's pretty?"

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  Sergei blinked uncertainly. "Well... I... yes?" It came off like a question.

  Daniel's cheek twitched. Several waiters brought out tartlets and creme brulee on silver trays,

  filling the room with the scent of smoked apples and nutmeg.

  "So what do you like best about my girlfriend? Her smile? Her hair?" Daniel's eyes gleamed. "Her

  cleavage?"

  Thomas and Dash hid smirks behind their hands. Noelle and Paige stood up, rolling their eyes at

  the display of testosterone, and headed toward the bathroom. Isabella whipped out her Sidekick

  and started texting, probably alerting the other students in the room to the main event unfolding

  at table one.

  "Daniel, stop," Ariana said quietly as Sergei stared at the floor.

  "And do you take pictures of all the pretty girls?" Daniel asked, a condescending smile playing on

  his full lips. "Or is it just my girlfriend?"

  "I think I'll go now," Sergei said, backing away from the table.

  Ariana flinched as Daniel grabbed Sergei's arm. "Just a second, buddy."

  With one quick motion, he lifted Sergei's camera over his head, and started scrolling through the

  stored images. Sergei made a swipe for the camera, but Daniel held it out of reach.

  "Oh, here's a picture of Ariana, and another and another. Isabella--you're in here too. And that's a

  nice one of Natasha. Hmm. No guys in any of these. Interesting. You know, you're lucky I don't call

  the cops on you, pervert."

  Thomas snickered quietly.

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  "That's enough," Ariana said firmly, her cheeks flushed and heart racing.

  Daniel stared at her for a second, his eyes hard, angry, empty. Then his whole body went slack and

  he punched Sergei in the shoulder. "Kidding, man. I'm just giving you a hard time."

  "So can I have my camera back then?" Sergei looked bewildered.

  "A little later," Daniel said with a wink. "I think it's best if I keep i
t for now."

  The band switched to a slow song and the air suddenly smelled like hazelnut coffee. Sergei held

  out his hand. "You can't just take my camera."

  Daniel sat back down and cocked his head to the side. "Dude, you can't just take pictures of my

  girlfriend."

  Sergei looked torn for a second as he stared longingly at his Nikon, then turned away. In his haste

  to leave he nearly knocked over a waitress refilling water glasses at a nearby table. She glared at

  him and sopped up the spill with a napkin.

  "You shouldn't have done that." Ariana took a sip of champagne, hoping Isabella's message hadn't

  reached too many people. Hoping they hadn't noticed that her boyfriend had just senselessly

  humiliated the awkward exchange student.

  Daniel held his hands up and laughed. "Hey, I was just messing with the guy. Besides, he shouldn't

  be taking pictures of you. Not without asking, anyway. Guy has to learn a little respect." His voice

  turned serious, and he put his hand on her knee. It felt cold and heavy. Possessive. "You know I'd

  do anything for you, Ari. Anything. Don't forget that."

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  Ariana smiled tightly. "I won't."

  Daniel's words should have sounded sweet and loving. But as Ariana caught a glimpse of Sergei

  across the room, looking naked and vulnerable without his camera, she couldn't help but hear

  them as a threat.

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  WHAT IF ARIANA OSGOOD ESCAPED?

  WHAT IF SHE RE-ENTERED THE WORLD WHERE SHE BELONGS?

  THE WORLD OF WEALTH, SECRETS, AND

  PRIVILEGEWOULD ANYONE BE SAFE?

  Turn the page for a sneak peek of PRIVILEGE, a new series from the author of the bestselling

  PRIVATE series, coming December 2008.

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  NEVER

  "Its not fair."It wasn't a whine or a complaint, just a statement. A statement of the obvious, as far

  as Ariana Osgood was concerned. As she stared out the window of the Brenda T. Trumbull

  Correctional Facility for Women, past the maddening check pattern of translucent lines etched

  into the glass, it was all she could think to say. Outside, the leaves on the trees swayed lazily in the

  warm summer breeze--a breeze she would be allowed to feel against her skin for exactly fifty-five

  minutes during midday recess. Recess. That was what the warden called it. Who ever heard of a

  seventeen-year-old girl looking forward to recess?

  "It's just not fair."

  Across the wide oak desk, her "therapist" (Ariana added mental air quotes every time she thought

  of his title) smirked. Shifting in his seat, Dr. Meloni leaned back, forcing his expensive leather chair

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  to let out the loud creak that he knew made Ariana's skin crawl. Just outside the fence that

  encircled the grounds, about a hundred yards from where she now sat, Meloni's precious

  Doberman Rambo barked nonstop, as always. The inmates of Brenda T. Trumbull listened to that

  damn dog bark all day long, every day. It was as if Meloni was trying to remind them that he was

  always there, always watching, even when they weren't in session with him.

  "What's not fair?" he asked.

  She flicked a glance at "Doctor" Victor Meloni, sitting there in front of his elaborately framed