SOPHIA’S POV
We both turned toward the hallway just as Anita’s heels clicked furiously against the floor, her face flushed with rage. Isabella trailed behind her, wide-eyed and pale.
“You—” Anita’s finger shot toward me, trembling. “You are insane!”
I tilted my head, feigning innocence. “Whatever do you mean? Did you not like my gift?”
“My portrait has been there since I got pregnant with Jace. You can’t just walk in here and replace it with yours,” Anita spat.
I smiled. “Why not? You’re old and outdated. You’re no longer in charge around here. I am. It’s only fair my portrait replaces yours.”
Isabella stepped in. “She’s still Jace's mother. She has a right to keep her portrait wherever she wants.”
“You were almost there but not yet. She had a right to keep her portrait there,” I s
