Eva

I cautiously opened my eyes, bracing myself for the anticipated agony, but the expected searing pain never came. Erica stood before me, her face distorted with a mix of rage and jealousy as she towered over me. I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of relief as my skin remained untouched, free from the horrific acid she had threatened me with.

With a raspy cough, Erica hastily concealed the bottle, her once-confident demeanor replaced with a sense of sadness and unease. Her gaze remained fixed on mine as she tucked the bottle back into her bag, as if daring me to question her motives.

"That wasn't even acid,"...