Mia's POV

The audacity. The fucking audacity.

I was still adjusting the silver trim of my dress in the mirror when I heard raised voices from downstairsfeminine, dramatic, and laced with just the right amount of venom that made my claws itch. Something in my chest tightened immediately. That particular tone, that specific cadenceit triggered memories I'd tried to bury.

As I stepped down the stairs, my stomach dropped.

Laura and Scarlett.

Oh, hell ...