Celeste
Something inside me snapped.
It could have been my mother’s call, Jace’s abandonment, Aria’s betrayal, or the weight of everything crushing me.
But I was done being pushed around.
“And who told you my parents are poor?” I asked calmly.
Anna’s eyes widened. Like she couldn’t believe I dared to talk back.
“If you’re not poor, then why are you working here?” She smirked. “Rich people don’t need jobs like this.”
“Oh,” I mocked, tilting my head. “Then why are you here? If you’re so rich, why are you managing this store? Why aren’t you sitting in your father’s big office, controlling his company?”
The smirk disappeared from Anna’s face.
“What did you just say?” Her voice was low and dangerous. “Did you just compare me to you? Did you just call me poor?”
“Yes,” I replied simply.
