THE THEFT
Aunt Nadine felt utterly speechless, grappling with how to address the escalating tension in the room.
It was painfully clear to her that Jade had disliked Lexa since the very first day she stepped foot in the house.
“Lexa, is that true?” Aunt Nadine finally inquired, her attention shifting from Jade to Lexa, who stood frozen like a deer in headlights, a swirl of emotions playing across her face.
“Well…” Lexa stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, but Jade cut her off sharply.
“Don't you dare deny it! I swear to God, Lexa, don’t!” Jade snapped, causing the air to thicken with tension as all eyes turned to her, the weight of her accusation hanging heavily in the room.
“Jade, would you at least allow the poor girl to speak?” Aunt Nadine suggested, her cold, dead stare
