Camila’s POV
Morticia stood poised in front of the mirror touching her makeup like she owned the f*****g world. Her slender fingers meticulously tracing the contours of her face as she applied a final layer of concealer.
That alone made my blood boil. A caustic sting spread as acid ate into my skin.
I shoved the restroom door open with such force it slammed against the wall, rattling the mirrors. The sharp echo bounced off the tiled walls, slicing through the air like a warning. Rage burned so violently inside me I was almost certain the room would go up in flames if I stayed another second.
Two women stood by the sinks, frozen in place.
“Get out.”
My voice was calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that carried death underneath it.
They didn’t hesitate. Not a single second. They grabbed
