Hannah no longer paid it any mind and walked over to where Tiffany Lynch was collapsed on the ground, crouching down to gently lift her chin as she said, "They say jealousy makes you uglify yourself, Tiffany. Maybe you should look in the mirror. You've always said Hannah Winter is weak and foolish, unworthy of center stage. But as I see you now, you're not so different from her, are you?"
The cold touch on her chin made Tiffany Lynch want to shrink back, but Hannah's firm hold kept her in place.
She could only glare at the person before her, biting her lower lip hard.
Hannah chuckled lightly, patting her collar and leaning in to whisper in her ear, "You've always loathed people like Hannah Winter, right? But what if one day you became just like her?"
Living life as the person you hate most.
Like a proud emperor who sneers at beggars, only to end up destitute on the street one day. What then?
I'm looking forward to seeing that.
