Janet’s POV

All I felt was anger brewing in my chest. It sat like a stone heavy and hot in my chest while being impossible to ignore.

I was both furious and confused and I could only blame one person for that.

Miriam.

The thought of her made my body itch uncomfortably.

How did she get into La Amore? How did that good for nothing useless thing manage to get a job in a place like that? A place that bends over backwards to keep out people who aren’t polished, serious, and smart? Of course there is only one explanation. It was simple and I know it was true.

She...