Blanche's POV
I caught sight of Ophelia walking in and scrapped my escape plan immediately.
Ophelia strutted over carrying a small container, dropping it carelessly on my nightstand. "Zain worried you might starve yourself to death alone, so he sent me to babysit you," she grumbled, her expression sour.
My face hardened. "Keep your fake concern to yourself," I shot back.
Ophelia rolled her eyes. "Trust me, I didn't want to come. I could've been home binge-watching shows, watering my plants, or feeding my goldfish. Literally anything beats checking on you—some unwanted stray."
Her words made me laugh. "Then leave," I said simply.
Ophelia's face flushed with anger. "Look at you, Blanche, getting all mouthy now. You think you can sass me? Do you honestly believe you deserve to be part of the Jacob family?"
