-MIA-
I shoved the door again. It barely budged.
Sofia’s voice rang out, high-pitched and venom-laced. Like syrup over poison. "Not so fast. I think you need more time alone. At least until the party’s over. We need to keep the high standard, and your bargain-bin presence was dragging it down. Right, girls?"
Snickers echoed behind her. Of course. Sofia, the queen bee, flanked by her loyal minions—ready to do her dirty work with manicured claws and fake smiles.
I exhaled hard, closing my eyes for a beat, summoning patience. Typical. The old high school bully routine. Do these people ever grow up? What were they? Thirteen?
The latch clicked open, but the door didn’t move. They were holding it shut with their bodies.
A wicked smile curled on my lips.
These high-society women survive on
