Vanessa's face was deathly pale. Blood ran between her fingers and dripped onto the floor.
She ignored the pain and jerked her head up to glare at me. Her eyes, now identical to mine, brimmed with humiliation and hatred.
"Claire, you're enjoying this, aren't you?!"
'No, I'm not.'
I lowered my eyes, my expression calm.
My silence only made her more agitated. She pushed herself unsteadily to her feet, her voice rising to a shrill pitch.
"Were you playing me from the beginning? You pretended to give me the engagement, taught me to imitate everything about you, tricked me into plastic surgery, and made me endure all that torture just so you could watch me end up like this, didn't you? You never intended to let me actually become Mrs. Prescott! You did it all on purpose. You wanted me to
