Chapter Thirty-Three
Caroline snorted.
“So you’ve done your homework, and you know my name. Big whoop,” she said. “How long did you and your mother plan this scheme? You know, if you focused on your acting career rather than taking advantage of my brother, you could make something of yourself instead of being the skank you are now.”
“Caroline, it’s me, Nicole.”
She flinched, taking a step back when I reached out to touch her.
“Stop it!” she snapped. “I’m not my brother. You can’t screw with my head.”
“I’m not acting. There is no scheme.”
She was so beautiful and strong. Even with the death glare honed in on me, I couldn’t help but be proud of the woman she’d become. “It’s really me. I’m the Nicole who rocked you in my arms when you were little.”
Her eyes softened as if lost in a me
