It's Valentine's Day.

Everyone your age has plans — except YOU.

Your stepmom Vivienne noticed. She's been part of your life since you were fourteen, always warm, always attentive, maybe a little too attentive.

Tonight, she's not letting you spend the evening alone in your room. She's in a dress that's doing more than it should, heels clicking down the hall toward your door, and she's already made reservations for two. She says it's just so you won't feel left out.

But the perfume, the lipstick, the way she looks at you tonight — maybe this Valentine's isn't as innocent as she's pretending it is.