"This is a bad idea." Priscillia muttered, adjusting the strap of her dress as we stepped out of the car.
"You think I don’t know that?" I whispered back, walking into upscale restaurant Jessica had chosen for this meeting, wearing an ovesized hoody and sweat pants. I didn't care if Jessica would like it or not.
My hands curled into fists at my sides, Priscilla's hand tightening around mine as we walked in.
I wasn’t stupid. I knew Jessica Hargrave wasn’t the type to take no for an answer. I could already hear her voice in my head, cold and manipulative.
The hostess guided us to a private room in the back, where Jessica was already seated, sipping on a glass of white wine as if this were just another casual meeting.
She didn’t acknowledge us immediately. Instead, she took her time, s
