Laila’s POV
I gritted my teeth, forcing myself not to tell Brittany exactly what I really thought of her. Instead, I pushed out the words, “Of course I’m happy for you. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You never seemed to like me very much,” Brittany said.
“You didn’t make a good first impression,” I said.
“Neither did you. I think you wanted to dislike me from the start.”
“That’s absurd.”
“Is it?”
We looked at each other, and I felt like I was trapped in some kind of game of her design, where I was the mouse and she was the cat ready to attack me. After she tortured me for a while.
“Well, that’s all water under the bridge now, anyway, isn’t it?” I said, hoping to change the subject. “We’ve both moved on from that.”
“I suppose,” Brittany said in a tone that told me clearly she would be holdin
