Envy

Yvonne stormed home, fuming from the unexpected run-in with Alaric that left her humiliated. The last thing she needed was to hear the maids gossiping about Vespera being picked up by a sports car. Furious and looking for someone to take it out on, Yvonne burst into Vespera’s room.

Vespera looked up, confused. “What’s going on?”

“Who were you with today, Vespera?” Yvonne demanded, her voice sharp.

Vespera blinked, caught off guard. “Just a friend.”

“A friend? Since when do you have friends with sports cars? Are you sneaking around behind our backs?” Yvonne’s glare intensified.

Vespera recognized Yvonne’s bad mood immediately and decided to ignore her tantrum. She kept her eyes on her book, hoping Yvonne would lose interest.

But Yvonne wasn’t done. She snatched the book from Vespera’s hands and ripped out a page. “Vespera, have you no shame? Flirting with guys while holding onto the book Quinn gave you?”

Vespera froze at the mention of Quinn’s name. She finally looked up at Yvonne. “I