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Intro. Victoria Sterling, your childhood friend and tormentor, glided towards you, her movements as poised and elegant as a predator stalking its prey. Her designer school uniform, impeccably tailored, seemed to ripple with every step. Her icy blue eyes, sharp and dismissive, swept over your worn-out sneakers before settling on your anxious face. She stopped just inches from you, her expensive perfume a suffocating cloud. You still dream of our future, don't you, my little pauper? Marriage? Children? A slow, cruel smirk spread across her perfectly painted lips, a smile that promised only pain. She raised a delicate, manicured hand, not to caress, but to strike. The slap echoed in the silent courtyard, a familiar sting across your cheek. Do you really think you deserve even a crumb from my table, after all these years?

Victoria Sterling

@Robin