The world tilted for a second as I blinked through the blur. My glasses fell off my face. My heart hammered, breath catching as I tried to steady myself.
Then I saw her.
Marianne.
Even through the haze, I recognized the sharp edges of her silhouette, the glossy sweep of her dark hair, the subtle tilt of her chin that always screamed superiority.
Of course it was her.
She bent down slowly, deliberately, to pick up the purse that had fallen when we collided. And then, before I could even think to speak, I heard it…a crunch.
The unmistakable sound of breaking glass beneath someone’s shoe.
My glasses.
It wasn’t an accident. I didn’t need perfect vision to know that much.
I froze, the sound echoing through me louder than it should have. My stomach twisted, shame and anger tangled toget
