Micah stood frozen, rooted to the ground, with three Du Ponts standing in front of him. He blinked hard, heart thudding. He felt like he was dreaming.
Emile, his posh, idol-like roommate for over a month...was a Du Pont. And his cousin, Dean Du Pont? He was the one Micah had bumped into on orientation day.
And Big sister, whom he had met at the Fan club gathering while disguised as Asena, was a Du Pont too.
He stared at them, his mouth slightly parted. The world around him had turned oddly quiet, muffled, and blurred.
He raised his hand and pinched himself hard.
"Ouch!" he muttered under his breath. His skin stung, the pinch hard enough to make his eyes teary.
Nope. It wasn't a dream.
"Hey, are you alright?" Jacklin asked, stepping forward slightly. "You look pale."
