"Look, Ray-Ray, I'm sorry about what happened," Cecilia began, her tone breezy as if apologizing for a minor inconvenience. "I'm sorry that when I video-called you, I rigged your phone to automatically pick up. I'm sorry I caught you in your sleepwear on your bed, hugging that pillow like it was a life raft, and blushing while muttering 'Arthur' over and over. And—I'm sorry—I recorded it."
"You recorded it?!" Rachel shrieked, throwing her hands up and covering her face in pure, unadulterated shame.
"Yeah, so what?" Cecilia replied with a shrug that seemed to dismiss the scandal entirely. "You're a teenage girl, Ray-Ray. You can feel what you want, do what you want—it's your life. So tell me, what do you really think of Arthur Nightingale?"
