Rose’s Pov
A young woman stood at the door. She looked to be in her early twenties, probably my age mate or thereabout. She was dressed in a tight, short gown which clung to her like a second skin. The neckline dipped so low it left little to the imagination. I couldn’t help but notice how boldly her cleavage was on display,that was the first thing that caught my eye.
But I had never seen her before.
And yet, the moment our eyes met, her words hit me like a slap on my face.
“You slut,” she spat.
I froze. Did I hear her right?
Was she really talking to me?
I wasn’t sure what shocked me more, her sudden appearance or the insult she threw so casually, as if I had done something wrong just by existing.
“Excuse me?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm. I was already shaking inside, bu
