Laura folded her arms and held Sage’s gaze, her voice dropping lower but losing none of its bite.
“No, Sage. I’m not letting this go this time. Someone has to tell you the truth, and if it has to be me, so be it. You can redecorate this hall until it looks like a royal palace, but it won’t matter if Jason opens his mouth and ruins everything.”
Sage froze, her fingers stilling on the edge of the table she’d been adjusting. She turned slowly, her eyes narrowing into a glare meant to silence Laura, but Laura pressed on.
“You know what I’m talking about. He’s a cheat, he’s careless. And you...” Laura jabbed a finger in Sage’s direction, “...you keep covering for him because you’re terrified people will call it karma. Because deep down, you know what they’ll say. That you stole him from Faye
