Kimberly
Cindy took slow, deliberate steps toward me, her eyes gleaming with something I couldn’t quite place.
mockery, jealousy, or perhaps a twisted mix of both. Her lips curled into a smile, one that didn’t reach her eyes.
“You look so young,” she murmured, her tone deceptively soft. “How old are you?”
I raised a brow, caught off guard by the question. “Excuse me?”
“You look like you haven’t even had your first shift yet,” she continued, tilting her head as if studying me. “How did you end up with Kendrick?”
I scoffed. The audacity. As if I had chosen to be here.
I turned slightly, glancing toward the living room where the others sat, engaged in casual conversation. They were too far to hear us, leaving me alone with this woman who had no business prying into my life.
I return
