Yala’s POV
"Freya, good evening!" I replied, flashing a huge smile.
I noticed Mrs. Vanessa walked towards us, a giant smile plastered across her lips. She certainly thinks her daughter will succeed in kicking me out.
‘Big mistake,’ I thought, maintaining my composure. I won't let myself be intimidated by this idiotic little rich girl.
"You here, darling? This really is a big surprise given your situation. Who would have thought Yala Smith would be back, and dining at a restaurant like this?" Freya said.
I picked up on her mocking tone. Freya only came here with one goal: to humiliate and belittle me, and to make me cry in front of everyone. She has no compassion for my situation, just like when we were kids. But that Yala doesn't exist anymore. She's grown up and won't be disrespecte
