Flora's POV

I laugh. Loud and real.

The kind of laugh that bubbles up from a place of sweet satisfaction. Watching Jessica get turned away by the guards feels like biting into a ripe fruit,juicy and long overdue.

She spins her car around like she owns the world. But not today. Not in front of my home.

“Flora, I should have gone out there and given that girl a piece of my mind!” Mom grumbles beside me, her arms folded, fire in her eyes. “The audacity. The sheer nerve of her to show her face here!”

I shake my head, wiping a tear of laughter from my cheek. “There was...