"You're still young, your head full of fantasies about love," Lisa said. "Society teaches little girls to dress up, to stay innocent, to dream of love—as if every story ends with a prince and princess living happily ever after.
She towered over me as she ran her hand through my hair. I turned my head away, disgusted.
If there was one thing I hate, it was being treated like a child, like I needed someone to preach their twisted wisdom to me.
"But let me tell you, sweetheart, the real world runs on power, money, desire, and revenge. Love? Love just makes you weak and keeps you running in circles. You can't even imagine what someone is capable of when driven by revenge. Six years. Six years of waiting, planning, and biding my time for the perfect moment."
She leaned back into her chair, p
