I don't know what kind of person she truly is—a chronic attention seeker, a liar, a cheat, a husband-snatcher—the list goes on. Somehow, I got tangled in her web, caught in the chaos she left behind.
"Mia, let's go," I mutter, motioning for her to follow me, not wanting to watch the train wreck unfolding. Evelyn, clutching Mia's hand, comes along silently.
"Does she always have to leave a mark wherever she goes?" Mia asks with a hint of exasperation.
"Of course, she's Ethan's new prize, after all. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
"Sure doesn't," Mia agrees, rolling her eyes.
"Let's just find another place."
"Already on it," Mia says, pulling out her phone and checking Google Maps. "There's another spa nearby."
