Greer’s POV
I tightened my grip around the clutch like my life depended on it. This was going to be a s**t show and I don't care. I get what I want and I wasn't going to be trading it for anything.
Indira was still proving stubborn and I couldn't help but wonder why my mom was siding with her. I was the one she gave birth to, right? Not Indira. Why can't she respect me for once? Why? Why does she have to side with her?
"I am dead serious mom..I don't care whatever happens. And isn't she rich enough to get a more expensive one?" Then I turned to Indira. "You can afford anything, right? Why don't you stop throwing tantrums?"
"Ugh." She groaned.
"You are the worst!" She blurted and still refused to let it go. I wasn't going to do the same thing. I wasn't going to let her humiliate me
