Genevieve’s nostrils flared as she listened to Vivian, her chest heaving as she closed the distance between herself and Vivian.
Her eyes burned with barely contained fury, and when she spoke, her voice was a venomous hiss. “You’re such a cocky little b***h,” she spat, each word dripping with malice.
Vivian didn’t flinch, not even a blink of surprise. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, a slow, deliberate smirk spreading across her face.
The kind of smirk that said she had already won. “Cocky?” she echoed, her voice smooth as silk, with an undercurrent of mockery. “Oh, no, Genevieve. I’m not cocky. I’m just better than you—and we both know it. That’s what’s really gnawing at you, isn’t it?”
Genevieve’s hands trembled at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to r
