Jasmine stood calm, unflinching, the picture of composure. Not a flicker of panic betrayed her.

“Jade,” she began quietly, her tone even, “you can eat whatever you like, but throwing accusations requires evidence. What proof do you have that I stole anything?”

Jade let out a scoffing laugh, sharp with mockery. “Still pretending? Helen told us everything!”

Jasmine’s eyes darkened for a moment, her voice trembling with hurt. “Helen,” she ...