ANDREA'S POV
Feeling my blood run completely cold, realizing she wasn't just being rude but actively trying to put me in my place became glaringly obvious. Wanting me to feel exceptionally small and desperately needing me to remember that she was a Vance, a board member, and an heiress while viewing me as just the girl from Queens who needed money drove her entire attitude.
Looking directly at her and taking in the smug expectation on her face highlighted how much things had changed. Three weeks ago, flinching and getting the water just to avoid a scene would have been the immediate reaction.
Refusing to be that girl anymore, picking up Maxwell’s coffee and taking a deliberate sip of it myself while maintaining fierce eye contact with her established my ground.
"Actually, Isabella," I
