The second Brittany heard the words “mistress,” her face twitched. She refused to accept it.

But that was the truth.

Brittany clenched her fist so hard her knuckles went tight. She stared at me like she wanted to tear me apart, forcing her anger down until her eyes turned red. “Zaina, you know that’s not the point.”

“Your so-called point means nothing to me.” My voice sharpened. “Whatever Iris was to my dad, I don’t care. And you ...