"You look familiar. Have we met before?" Ingrid asked, her gaze sweeping sharply.
Mrs. Hariston followed Ingrid's eyes and froze when she saw me.
Her hand flew to her lips in feigned surprise but the faint curl at the corner of her mouth told a different story.
She's mocking me....
"Oh! if I'm not mistaken… you're Sylvia, right? How are you?" she asked sweetly, her voice dipped in false concern, before glancing at Ingrid, whose expression mirrored the same cold recognition.
Their lips curved into identical smirks, the kind that made my stomach twist.
I clenched my fists tightly, trying to keep my composure.
"Oh, Sylvia? You mean Sylvia Lincolm? What a small world.." Ingrid said, letting out a low, mocking laugh.
"Who would've thought we'd see you again after—what—five, six years? You've changed so much I almost didn't recognize you. Right, Mom?"
Mrs. Hariston chuckled under her breath.
