"Rosemary," a girl called out. "Oh, there you are."
Rosemary McMillan turned and smiled at the girl she saw approaching her. It was Tiffany Sanders, the former best friend of Sarah. But now, Tiffany was her best friend, as far as anyone knew.
"Hey, Tiff," Rosemary said, sounding just like Sarah would sound. She wasn't Sarah. But she was the same age and had the same interests, especially in the clothing department. She still knew who she really was and could still act like herself (unlike the new Mrs. Sarah Finch), but she needed to keep up the act and make sure no one caught on to who she really was, no matter how far-fetched it seemed.
"Heading to class?" Tiffany asked.
