Perfect: A Pretty Little Liars Novel

The clip ended. Aria remembered that day—it had been shortly after the time she and Ali had
discovered
Byron and Meredith kissing in Byron’s car, and Ali had begun dropping hints that she was going to tell
the others.
Ali really did know all their secrets, and she’d been dangling them over their heads. It had all been right
in
front of them, and they hadn’t realized it. Ali had known everything. About all of them. And now, A did,
too.
Except…what was Spencer’s secret?
Aria clicked on another video. Finally, she saw the familiar scene. There was Spencer, sitting on her
couch with that crown on her head. “Want to read her texts?” She pointed at Ali’s LG phone, which was
lying between the couch cushions.
Spencer opened Ali’s phone. “It’s locked.”
“Do you know her password?” Aria heard her own voice ask.
“Try her birthday,” Hanna whispered.
“Were you looking at my phone?” Ali screamed.
The phone clattered to the ground. Just then, Spencer’s older sister, Melissa, and her boyfriend, Ian,
walked past the camera. Both of them smiled into the lens. “Hey, guys,” Melissa said. “What’s up?”
Spencer batted her eyes. Ali looked bored. The camera zoomed in on her face and panned down to the
closed phone.
“Oh, this is the clip I’ve seen on the news,” said a voice behind Aria. The waitress was leaning against the
counter, filing her nails with a Tweety Bird nail file.
Aria paused the clip and whirled around. “I’m sorry?”
The waitress blushed. “Oops. When it’s dead like this, I turn into my evil eavesdropping twin. I didn’t
mean to look at your computer. That poor boy, though.”
Aria squinted at her. She noticed for the first time that the waitress’s name tag said ALISON. Spelled the