At that moment she didn't flinch. She didn't give Abigail or Victoria the satisfaction of even one more glance. Instead, she turned gracefully on her heels, walked back to her seat with the elegance of someone who knew her worth, and sat down. One leg crossed over the other, her hands resting on the arms of her chair like she was the one in control all along.
That simple act sitting down like she had already won ignited something deeper in Abigail and Victoria.
Immediately Abigail's jaw clenched tightly. Her face was burning, not from embarrassment this time, but from seething rage masked behind a bitter smile. She leaned slightly toward Victoria and whispered, "She's really going to act like this is over?"
