"Excuse me, ma'am. Who is your boyfriend? I don't know him."
Rose frowned, her gaze fixed on the young girl standing before her. She looked around eighteen or nineteen—young, pretty, the kind of girl who could easily become an actress in Rose's company. But none of that mattered.
Not after what she had done.
The heck? Rose cursed for the first time, the weight of the situation crashing down on her. Even her sister Jennifer's cruelty had never reached this level. At least Jennifer had some semblance of a heart, twisted as it was.
But this girl? She had almost disfigured Rose with acid, all while screaming about some supposed affair with her boyfriend.
What boyfriend?
Rose barely knew four men in her life right now, and she had only ever been involved with one.
Yet, this girl had been ready to destroy her over a man she couldn't even identify. Which pathetic fool was worth risking everything for?
