Leah wrinkled her nose in displeasure. To her, Ella was nothing more than a silly little girl, hardly worthy of being considered a rival.
But Eric was with her! Recently, Leah had tried various excuses to see Eric, but he always refused to meet with her.
"It seems that brat has some tricks up her sleeve, keeping Eric under her thumb. But... a man's interest in a woman only lasts for so long. Once he's tired of her, Ella, you'll be in for a show."
Leah's lips curled into a smug smile, imagining herself standing beside Eric, with Ella in utter misery.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Mrs. Carter, Evelyn, walked in and saw Leah lost in thought, clutching her phone.
"Dear, the sweet soup is ready. Come down and have some," Evelyn said warmly, linking her arm with Leah's.
"Have you seen that brat lately?" Evelyn asked as they walked down the stairs.
