Diana’s pov
I looked at her and planted on my best smile.
Camille, she was my best friend as we were growing up, and my parents never really liked her.
But I didn’t see it. You grow up with someone, then you stop noticing when they become toxic.
Or I am just a terrible judge of character.
Just look around at everyone in my life right now.
My crush betrayed me, my best friend, and her father spoke badly about my family and me.
And my mate is a f*****g psycho who is ready to murder anyone at the drop of a hat.
And what do all these people have in common?
Oh, me, I am the only common denominator in this whole equation.
I thought they were nice people and tried to befriend them.
You know, once is a mistake, two times it’s a coincidence, and three times is a f*****g pattern.
