-Celeste-
“… This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” I spat, letting out a shaky breath. “We were trying our best to shift public sentiment, and now, you’ve only made things worse—”
“You think, either way, this wouldn’t have happened?” Grandmother sneered. “That people wouldn’t oppose or hate your ideas…. It doesn’t matter what we say or do, Celeste. People will always hate.” She said in a matter-of-fact way.
My jaw clenched. Why was she so cynical?
“You don’t know that. Everyone's not a villain…they’re not the enemy—”
She interrupted me again, this time with a scoff.
“Everyone’s not a villain? How naive you sound.”
I blinked, taken aback.
Her eyes darkened, fixing on me like they could slice. She came closer, her heels clicking loudly and terrifyingly with each step.
Her voice
