Anna's brows arched, her hand pausing mid-motion as she adjusted her hair. "Excuse me?"
Fiona tilted her head, the mocking grin widening. "Oh, don't play innocent. First Ethan, now Mr. Clafford himself — it seems you've got quite the charm, despite being…" she trailed off, pretending to look her up and down, "ordinary."
Her words dripped with venom, but Anna didn't flinch. She'd seen this side of Fiona before — the jealousy, the need to poke, to provoke.
"Is that all you came to say?" Anna asked coolly. "Because if so, I'd appreciate it if you left. I don't entertain nonsense here."
Fiona's smile faltered for a split second before she let out a soft laugh, the kind that hid irritation behind amusement.
"Oh, come now. You don't have to pretend. I can see right through you, Anna. You think I'm blind not to notice what's going on between you and Mr. Clafford?"
Anna froze, her heart skipping for a moment. Did she find out…?
