Joanne's POV:
I put my phone down, pacing back and forth in my living room, imagining how it would feel to finally have Ella's trust, to finally silence that nagging presence of Kate, always hovering in the background.
There were ways to make someone look like the villain without lifting a finger, ways to let someone unravel all on their own.
All it would take were the right words, a hint here, a suggestion there. I didn't need to force anything; Kate's own mistrust of me would do most of the work.
And if I played my cards right, Ella would start to wonder why Kate was so suspicious, so tense every time I was around. Didn't Kate want Ella to be happy?
I settled into the plush armchair near the window, tapping my fingers against the armrest as I played out different scenarios in my mind. There was no need to rush. Patience had always served me well, and this would be no exception. Kate wouldn't know what hit her.
