"So you’re still trying to claim nothing happened just now? I truly can’t believe my eyes. My dear aunt, the one who always prided herself on being the bastion of virtue and the 'Virgin Mary' of the family—who knew you could be this scandalous?"
Eva White tilted her head, giving me a look thick with unspoken subtext before turning her razor-sharp wit back toward Kristinav Johnson. She was relentless, her eyes sparkling with the kind of mischief only a teenager possessed.
"Give me that phone! Give it back right now!"
Kristinav was fuming, her face a shade of crimson that rivaled a sunset. She lunged forward, trying to snatch the device back from Eva’s grip. The two women became a blurred tangle of limbs on the designer sofa—one fighting for her dignity, the other for a piece of leverage.
