" We stood in the wings together, side by side. Reed's mouth was still agape." It makes sense when you think about it," I mused. " You get two people together who have you-know-what, and sparks are going to fly." Reed's cue was about to start. He pointed at me and said, " Tonight. There's a party. And we're going to talk." " Yes" " Because this is crazy." " Totally." " Okay. Well." He tugged a strand of my hair. " Good luck out there." " You're not supposed to say that." " Fine. How about..." He squinted at me. " Here's looking at you kid." The smile melted off my face. " What did you say?" " It's a line. From a movie." He shrugged and burst onto the stage with a hee-haw. It was a line. From Casablanca. The same line KARL had said to me when I was Elsa. The same like Karl didn't recognize when I said it to him as Floressa. Which meant... nothing. Right? Lots of people know that line. Just because Reed said it, and Reed was a sub, it didn't mean he was... he was... " You're on," the stage manager whispered. I stumbled onto the stage. The lights were too bright. The theater was packed. Reed gave me a quick, crooked smile, and I knew. My crush on Karl was less complicated than I thought, because it wasn't Karl I'd been with that day in the garden. Now my crush on Reed... ?THAT was a scandal all on its own. "