“Not today Whitney,” I said, feeling exhausted and not having the will to deal with her drama.
I tried to move past her, but she shoved me and sent me falling into the round entryway table in the center of the room. To my horror, the porcelain vase that sat on the table wobbled and tipped over, rolling off of the table and shattering on the marble floor. Daniel had once mentioned to me that the vase used to be a prized possession of Ella’s. Apparently, it was an expensive wedding gift from Ella’s mom– Whitney’s grandmother.
“Oh my god,” I whispered, looking at the shattered pieces of ceramic on the floor.
“Oops,” Whitney said with a smug smile. “Look what you did now, Grimhilde.”
I looked at her in shock, not understanding how she would be willing to destroy something precious of h
