She backed into the crowded ballroom. It was the hum of the darkened ballroom, sleek and polished, about as real as the people intermingling around her, the sting of Anya's threats remained very much alive, however, she felt like maybe she had won this round. She knew, of course, why Anya had been able to find her mark. Her words still clung to her like poisonous fog and filtered into her brain despite wanting to push them away. How they echoed inside, like some broken record whose needle was stuck in the scratch.
"Leonard needs a real woman," Her heart thudded behind her ribs as she rubbed the chill from her arms.
You're just a child.
Her throat closed over on the memory of her scornful tone, her flinging those heartless words with the deadliness of daggers, each one hitting nails d
