Laura's POV
Seething my teeth in anger, I grasped the hems of my dress as I stared at Agatha who looked nonchalant, taking up the slice of plantains Sasha was serving her with.
I was sure she's probably enjoying this kind of special treatment because she wouldn't stop smiling and giggling at some point like someone who'd achieved a special result. When she glanced up at me, I was tempted to look away but no, I didn't —Apparently, I glared back at her as she licked her lips in like she was the predator and I was her prey.
God forbade.
Honestly, it felt weird sitting alone at the dinning table with Agatha after what she had done and accused me of. I let out a sigh—Not like Eric was buying my truth anyway. Until now, he still sees me like the lady who attempted to take his sister's life a
