Lisa’s POV

I stood there, watching Selena walk away like she’d just dropped the mic on a show I didn’t even know I was in. My fingers twitched at my sides. I wasn’t sure if I was holding myself back or just trying to keep from unraveling.

Because God, I wanted to stop her. Just for one second. Ask her who the hell she thought she was. Maybe slap the smug little smile off her face while I was at it. But no, she wanted a reaction. That was the whole point of her little performance. She ...