Chapter 15
Wellington Mansion
Marina walked gracefully down the hall, her heels clicking sharply against the wooden floor. She couldn't let Amira's antics slide any longer—not this time. The sound of her shoes echoed, matching the rhythm of her thoughts.
She entered the dining room, where Summer and Amira sat like queens. Summer was laughing at something Amira had said, her voice grating on Marina's already-frayed ego. Amira, smug and poised as always, sipped from a crystal glass as if she owned the mansion.
"Amira," Marina called, her tone filled with anger.
Amira looked up, her perfectly shaped brows arching in mock surprise. "Marina, darling, you startled me. Is everything all right?"
Marina stepped closer, crossing her arms over her chest. "We need to talk. Right now!"
Summer leaned back in her chair, clearly amused by the Marina's attitude. "Oh, this should be good," she said, folding her arms.
