The woman didn't ask—she demanded, her voice slicing through the tension in the hallway like a razor. "Where is Marina?" she snapped, her tone dripping with disdain, her eyes scanning the hallway as if daring someone to defy her.
"Didn't she know I was coming?" Her lips curled into a sneer, her gaze flickering over us with open judgment, her presence filling the space with an aura of authority and contempt. "Where is that bitch…?"
The word hung in the air, heavy with venom, and I felt the tension between Lila, Beth, and Cindy spike. They exchanged glances, their postures stiffening, as if bracing for a storm. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation—and fear.
Then, the door creaked open.
Marina stepped out, her hair still damp from her shower, her skin glowing with a fresh sheen.
