Camilla just stood there, frozen. Her cheek was already turning red from Julian's slap, swelling fast. She looked stunned, like the ground had shifted under her feet and she didn't know how to stand anymore. For a long moment, she didn't even speak just stared, breathing hard, trying to understand what had just happened.
Honestly? I didn't blame her.
She had always been the one with the upper hand. For years, I was the one who kept my head down, who swallowed every insult, every shove, every order. I was the one pushed aside while she stood tall, proud, and untouchable. She used to give me that satisfied little smirk, like she knew she'd always win.
But now?
Everything had flipped.
She was the one backed into a corner, surrounded by sharp eyes and quiet judgment… while I finally stood steady.
