Aurora's POV. 12.
"Well, well... look who’s the latest bride around here!"
Maya's voice was dripping with hatred. I just turned a deaf ear to her and kept strolling over to the sink to wash my hands.
Suddenly, she grabbed my hand, yanking me back. It was like she had a metal clamp around my hand. I stumbled, almost falling, but caught myself.
"I don't like you," she spat, her eyes narrowed.
"I know." I shot back without even thinking. A flicker of surprise crossed her face. She clearly wasn't expecting me to be so blunt.
"I don't get why you're even here. From the moment I saw you, I knew I didn’t like you. You're not good for my brother," she continued, her voice sharp.
"Oh, really? I'm not good for him? Who could possibly be good for your crippled brother, Maya?" I said, a little
