Selena tapped the photo. "We discovered you've been watching this boy since the day he was born. You know every girl he's dated, what he likes, what turns him on, what breaks his heart… everything."
Diana's fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. "I am his godmother. Of course, I keep an eye on him. That's what godmothers do."
Selena burst into loud, derisive laughter. "Godmother? Oh please. Do you honestly think a godmother blushes like a lovesick teenager when she holds her nephew's hand tightly on a roller coaster? Or clings to him desperately in a haunted house, pressing her body against his like a desperate lover? We have the footage, Diana. Every second."
Diana shot up from her chair, her face flushed with explosive anger. "What kind of disgusting nonsense are you spouting?! Shut your filthy mouth!"
