Vanessa leaned forward, resting her elbows on the counter. Her reflection stared back at her from the glass—perfect hair, perfect smile, the girl who always had everything under control. “I’m fluent in Russian,” she said lightly. “And whatever that was? It wasn’t nothing.” And just like that, Scoops Ahoy stopped being a harmless stop on a summer afternoon—and became the place where Vanessa Andrews’ perfect life began to crack.