Ariana’s challenge was obvious. Annabelle glanced at her indifferently.
“How do we compete?”
Since the challenge was already thrown at her, backing down now would only make her look weak.
Ariana smirked. “It’s simple. We’ll swim from one end of the pool to the other using the butterfly stroke. Whoever reaches the other side first wins. If I win, you have to leave Kendrick. How about it?”
Annabelle frowned at Ariana. As expected, she still hadn’t let go of Kendrick—even though she was already engaged.
“Even if I leave Kendrick, do you think he’ll be yours?” Annabelle confronted her directly.
Ariana’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “If he won’t be mine, then he can’t be yours either.”
A direct declaration of war.
Annabelle smirked slightly. Good. At least now everything was out in
