The moment her eyes landed on me though, whatever high-society grace she was trying to project completely vanished.
“What are you doing here, you b***h?!” she shouted, her voice screeching across the lobby. “Why can’t you just leave him alone?!”
As if on cue, Liam and I stopped. We turned our heads in perfect unison, looking directly behind us as if searching the empty space for the person she was screaming at, before slowly reverting our gazes back to her.
“Who exactly are you talking to?” Liam asked.
Around us, the cameras suddenly began flashing in a blinding, rapid frenzy. The media personnel in the lobby were practically vibrating; they lived for this kind of drama.
Miranda swallowed hard, her chest heaving, but she had always been just as proud as she was utterly foolish.
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