~LAUREN'S POV~

I watched as Rosette stood from her seat, heels clicking against the floor with sharp precision as she walked toward me. Her arms folded across her chest, eyes slicing through me like daggers.

“Right,” she drawled, her tone dripping with mockery. “You said you sent a mail. Probably ended up in my trash. Do you think I’m stupid enough to read it?”

Expected.

“At least you admit you saw it,” I replied, holding her gaze.

Rosette’s lips curled in a snarl, and for a second, I swore she growled like a feral dog. She hadn’t expected me to talk back—but I was done letting her trample over me....