Isabel’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. “Vera?” she said, the word barely leaving her lips.
Vera smiled like she’d just met an old friend. “Oh my, Isabel, it really is you,” she said softly, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. “I didn’t expect to find you here. Mopping floors?”
For a second, Isabel couldn’t move. Her stomach turned. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Vera raised a brow. “Language,” she said smoothly. “You work here now? That’s… interesting.”
“Don’t,” Isabel snapped. Her voice shook, but her anger burned stronger. “You don’t get to talk to me.”
It has been three years and she had been doing her best to never think about the betrayal from that night all those months ago so seeing Vera again felt like reopening an old wound.
Vera’s smile faltered,
