This is what people call the art of conversation.
Ann’s words sounded like she was defending Caitlin, but in reality, every sentence was just another subtle jab.
[Oh my god, Victoria is just too kind. Freya treated you so horribly, and you’re still trying to speak up for her.]
[Kind? Victoria, are you sure you’re using the right adjective? Is Freya kind now?]
[I can’t! I’m literally laughing out loud!]
[Victoria’s honestly too sweet—she can even forgive someone like Freya!]
[I knew I picked the right person to stan. Another day, another reason to love Victoria.]
[I just don’t get it. How can someone be so shameless? Not only does she pretend to be someone else, but she does it right out in the open!]
[...]
“Well, look who finally decided to show up! If it isn’t Miss Gonzales herself. Honestly, I thought you’d chicken out and not dare to come,” Miranda sneered, stepping straight up to Caitlin.
She had zero tolerance for people who took what didn’t belong to them.
Caitlin turned her head, her tone calm but clear. “Miss Lowell, until the results from the security footage are out, I’d advise you to watch what you say.”
Her words, though soft-spoken, carried real weight.

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