I slipped into one of my formal office suits, barely managing to button the blazer before I rushed out of my apartment. It wasn’t a graceful exit—it was more of a sprint for my life. Actually, scratch that. It was a sprint for a cab, then a sprint for the metro. But in my mind, it was life and death.
I couldn’t let my dad find out the truth—that his daughter wasn’t just a failure but also a liar, a fool who’d been duped by some greedy jerks. And absolutely not in front of Elisabeth.
God, Elisabeth. I hate her with every fiber of my being. She was my real-life nemesis. Not imaginary, but real-life. From the time we were kids, she was the yardstick I was always measured against. Her perfect grades, her flawless smile, her perfectly curated life. And me? I was the messy, imperfect version.
