The girls were fuming with envy toward me, and I noticed how they would frown and sulk whenever I walked into the room.
They were unnecessarily rude, talking behind my back and giving me fake smiles, and even those who were nice enough were just putting on an act.
Jealousy couldn't be hidden, no matter how hard they tried to mask it. The way the girls were acting toward me was unsettling. Their envy consumed them so much that I worried they might do something to hurt me.
I hoped they wouldn't attempt to poison my food.
Sitting cross-legged on my bed, I pulled out a classic literature book I had taken from Adonis' study and tried to ignore the subtle insults from the other girls.
The trick was to act like I didn’t hear them, but I couldn’t deny that their words stung. It was hard to re
