Celeste

Something inside me snapped.

It could have been my mother’s call, Jace’s abandonment, Aria’s betrayal, or the weight of everything crushing me.

But I was done being pushed around.

“And who told you my parents are poor?” I asked calmly.

Anna’s eyes widened. Like she couldn’t believe I dared to talk back.

“If you’re not poor, then why are you working here?” She smirked. “Rich people don’t need jobs like this.”

“Oh,” I mocked, tilting my head. “Then why are ...