Ella POV:
"You know, Amber," I said, my voice calm but laced with sarcasm as I stared her down, "instead of obsessing over me and my business all the time, might I suggest you redirect that energy? Like, maybe calling your father and checking up on him? You know, the man whose life you've been so determined to use as leverage to feel important?"
Amber's perfectly manicured hand froze mid-adjustment of her designer bag strap, and her fake smile faltered for a split second. For someone who spent all her time trying to look untouchable, she sure had a glass jaw.
"Oops," I continued, a mocking tilt in my tone, "did I hit a nerve? My bad."
Her jaw clenched, her blue eyes narrowing at me like daggers, but I wasn't done. Not by a long shot.
