James didn't even glance her way, mistaking her for a waiter calling for service, and strode right past Amara without a second thought.
Amara gaped, rooted to the spot. When had anyone ever dared ignore her like this?
Men would kill to even hold her purse—let alone fetch her drinks!
The snub stung, but only fueled her determination. She would conquer this man, no matter what.
As she whirled around to follow him, her eyes landed on a woman in pale pink clinging to James's arm. The stranger was gazing up at him with doe-eyed adoration, and—unthinkably—James was smiling back!
Where did this skank crawl from?
This wannabe was a downgrade in every way—face, body, you name it. And pedigree? The Greens were untouchable—this nobody was delusional.
Teeth gritted, Amara charged at the offendi
