Avery’s Point of View
As I raised my head, my cheek still stinging from the slap, my gaze locked onto her Maya, the same nuisance from the boutique. She stood before me, her lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk as she crossed her arms, clearly reveling in her perceived victory.
“You,” she said, her tone dripping with malice. “We meet again. This time, you’ll pay for humiliating me back then.”
The sting on my cheek and her audacious words only fueled my anger. I straightened my posture, letting a slow, mocking smile spread across my lips.
“Are you still on about the boutique?” I asked, my tone light but laced with sarcasm. Then, with deliberate slowness, I added, “Or is it the live recording of you in your undies? Maybe it’s the part where you fell flat on your face? Or could it be w
