Camille's words hung in the air between us, sharp and venomous. My heart hammered against my ribcage as I stared at her transformed face—all traces of the sweet, welcoming girl I'd thought I knew completely erased.
"Someone like me?" I finally managed, my voice steadier than I felt. "What exactly do you mean by that?"
"Don't play innocent." She stepped closer, her expensive perfume suffocating me. "A desperate girl from nothing, using whatever assets she has to climb the social ladder."
I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to growl. "You don't know anything about me."
"I know enough." Her perfectly painted lips curved into a cruel smile. "The way you look at my father, how you've manipulated Leo into adoring you—it's all so transparent."
"I haven't manipulated anyone," I said through gritted teeth. "Leo and I have a connection because I actually take the time to understand him."
