Lila’s POV
She steps into my space, closing the gap until I can feel her breath fanning against my cheek. Her perfume is sharp, expensive, and suffocating. Her head tilts ever so slightly as she leans closer, lips curving into a cruel smile.
“Oops,” she drawls, her voice low and mocking, every syllable deliberately stretched. “You should watch where you’re going. I don’t like it when people are too clumsy.”
The softness in her tone is feigned, the kind of sweetness meant to cut rather than comfort. It’s sugar-coated venom, designed to humiliate.
A scoff escapes me before I can stop it, dry and bitter. Unbelievable.
Her eyes narrow, the false amusement slipping away. She folds her arms across her chest, chin lifting with indignation.
“You just scoffed?” she spits out, her voice rising
