The rest of the dinner was… painful, to say the least. Every time I tried to relax, Mia found a way to steer the conversation back to me, subtly pointing out every little flaw she could find. Whether it was a comment about my posture, a remark about my choice of outfit, or a question that felt more like a veiled insult, she didn’t let up for a second.
I stared down at my plate, the fancy porcelain reflecting the soft glow of the chandelier above. The food looked amazing—gourmet stuff that belonged in those i********: food reels. Too bad I had completely lost my appetite.
Across the table, Mia smiled sweetly, though I could feel the razor-sharp edge behind it. She was one of those people who could insult you without ever raising her voice. Her presence alone was enough to make my skin c
