¬ Edna
The image refused to leave my mind.
The way she had looked like such a mess. And that torn dress!
I pressed my hand to my mouth, but the smile broke through anyway.
"Did you see her face?" Telia whispered beside me, her eyes bright with glee. "She looked like she was about to cry."
We had made it outside, settling beneath one of the covered walkways where the afternoon light slanted through the columns. The warmth of the sun did nothing to cool the heat of satisfaction burning in my chest.
"I saw," I murmured.
Oh, I had seen everything.
That insolent wench was finally getting what she rightfully deserved.
Reduced to that.
I wanted to laugh. I really wanted to throw my head back and howl with the sheer joy of it, but that would be quite unruly.
