Sharon’s POV

Chloris walked toward me, arms crossed over her chest, her posture screaming confidence and control. Her lips curled into a smile—not a warm, friendly smile you give to friends. It was the cool smile reserved only for rivals. She looked every bit the queen bee she had always been, with her perfectly styled hair, designer clothes, and that unmistakable air of superiority. Her presence alone could command a room, and she knew ...