Carol’s POV
“Jenna,” I said in a mock greeting, folding my own arms across my chest. “It’s a pleasure to see you again as well.”
Jenna was cruel to me when I was last here and she tried to humiliate me on numerous occasions. She didn’t want me here; that much was clear. But I wasn’t going to let her break me and I certainly wasn’t going to let her scare me away. She thinks she has the upper hand here, but I couldn’t be bothered with her.
She was less than a year younger than me, but I felt like I was much older than her because of her petite form and teenage attitude. She was also drop-dead gorgeous, just like her mother. She was the spitting image of Queen Elizabeth with her dark hair and emerald-green eyes. She almost reminded me of a gypsy of some sort; she also always wore the lat
