Mia's POV
The audacity. The f*****g audacity.
I was still adjusting the silver trim of my dress in the mirror when I heard raised voices from downstairs—feminine, dramatic, and laced with just the right amount of venom that made my claws itch. Something in my chest tightened immediately. That particular tone, that specific cadence—it triggered memories I'd tried to bury.
As I stepped down the stairs, my stomach dropped.
Laura and Scarlett.
Oh, hell no.
Of all the days, of all the moments they could reappear in my life, they choose now? When I'm already raw with grief? My long-lost, karma-dodging cousins stood front and center like it wasn't them who once nearly got me killed. Like it wasn't them who orchestrated one of the most brutal betrayals of my life. Like they weren't the re
