Vanessa's POV
She didn’t even flinch.
The glass hit the railing, shattering into pieces, droplets of liquid splashing onto her arm. She glanced down at the mess, then back at me, still completely unfazed.
The people around us had stopped talking. Stopped eating. Eyes were on us.
But Emily?
She just leaned back, looking at me like I was the most pathetic thing she’d ever seen.
“No self-control,” she murmured. “No dignity.”
I trembled, my breathing harsh.
She shook her head, standing up. She was taller than me in her heels, but she didn’t have to be. She already towered over me in every way that mattered.
Emily turned to leave, that same irritating confidence in every step, her posture straight, movements effortless, like she had already won. Like I was nothing more than a tantrum s
