CINDY’S POV
I swear the word “Peony” left my lips before my brain even clocked it.
But damn, it’s not a bad idea at all.
My brain is literally telling me to play invisible, then tomorrow stroll in as Cindy “Barbie’s nightmare” Virelli and watch Nancy’s plastic face crack like cheap porcelain.
I can already see her sinking through the glass floor.
Payback for prom night, when this same silicone Barbie slashed the back of my gown so I’d spend the night holding it together while she twirled in the spotlight.
Petty then, petty now, just upgraded to billion-dollar petty.
She had always been a petty, spotlight-stealing leech who hated that my last name could buy hers ten times over.
Hated that I never bowed and clapped like the other girls.
So, of course, she’s gotta try stealing the on
