BELLA'S POV

“I’m sorry if I sounded disrespectful for calling you by your name, Madam,” I said, my lips curving slightly as the sarcasm slipped into my voice, making sure she caught every bit of it. There was no way she wouldn’t. I wasn’t even trying to hide it.

“If you haven’t forgiven my mom and I for the little things we did in the past, then why did you still accept my work application knowing fully well it was me?” I added, my grip tightening around the handle of the mop I was holding.

She didn’t answer immediately. Her eyes met mine with a coldness that made my chest...