That night, the house was quiet, but Chloe's mind was anything but. It felt like there was a storm inside her head, one that wouldn’t settle no matter how much she tried to push it away.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers gripping the fabric of her dress, staring down at the smooth wooden floor. The memory of today’s lunch replayed in her mind, over and over again.
Evelyn had been polite. Too polite. The kind of politeness that hid sharp daggers beneath soft smiles. But she had also managed to be her usual self while being polite. And then there was that woman—tall, elegant, the perfect example of what Evelyn thought Starry needed.
It had been humiliating.
She had sat there, listening as Evelyn praised the woman’s accomplishments, her family background, her grace. The message
