"You're a bad person pretending to be good," Sabrina interrupted. "And you're not even particularly good at pretending."
The words stung, even though I'd heard variations of them before from other people, in other situations.
"I don't know what you want me to say," I said, dropping some of the sweetness from my voice. "Vincent and I are friends. He's helping me because Wyatt asked him to. There's nothing inappropriate—"
"Yet." Sabrina took a sip of her espresso. "But you're working toward it, aren't you? Slowly positioning yourself, making yourself indispensable, waiting for the right moment to make your move."
I stayed silent, unsure how to respond.
"Let me make something very clear to you, Camilla." Sabrina set down her cup with a decisive click. "No matter how much you pretend. No
