Rue’s POV

Vicky’s relatives had already made themselves comfortable on the velvet couches as though they owned the place, their judgy tones filling the air.

“I’m not saying you did that,” one aunt said, crossing her legs elegantly, “she’s the one who bought the villa for you? Right?”

Vicky stiffened beside me. “Yes,” she said carefully. “Rue’s my best friend. She worked hard for everything she has.”

“Worked hard?” another woman drawled, lifting her chin. “Ah, ...