MIRABELLA.
One of the maids entered the room and bowed respectfully.
"Miss Phillips, the car is ready to take you home."
I nodded and followed her downstairs. Just as I stepped off the last stair, I heard Annabelle's voice behind me.
"Not so fast, b*tch."
My heart slammed against my ribs.
Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she approached me. She slowly scanned me from head to toe before scoffing.
"There's nothing special about you." She folded her arms across her chest. "No wonder your boyfriend cheated on you right in front of your face."
A cruel laugh escaped her lips, but I remained silent. Not because I was afraid of her, but because I refused to give her the reaction she wanted.
"Listen carefully," she continued, her voice sharpening. "I will never sit back and wat
