Her voice cooled.
"What gives you the right to act superior in front of me?"
The restroom fell silent again.
Lily smiled faintly.
"So, can I assume you're just jealous of me?"
The two women's faces turned pale.
Without another word, they shoved the door open and fled.
[How boring.]
Lily looked at herself in the mirror.
For a brief moment, she noticed the resemblance—to her past life, to the woman she once was. This body carried a natural charm, seductive without trying.
Perhaps that was why she had always been disliked.
She turned, ready to leave.
Footsteps sounded outside.
The door opened.
Linda Moore stepped in.
Ah.
The real show begins now.
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When Linda faced Lily alone, the gentle sweetness she showed in front of Jacob vanished completely. Her face was cold, her eyes burning with undisguised hatred.
"Linda," Lily greeted first, her lips curving faintly.
She took a step forward, intending to leave.
Suddenly—
"Don't go!"
