Davina's POV
"What's your damn problem?" I snapped, my words cutting through the thick tension that had been suffocating the room ever since Calista decided to run her mouth.
Calista folded her arms, standing her ground without even a twitch. "I'm just telling the truth. Why does that piss you off?"
A harsh laugh escaped me—not from humor, but pure irritation. "Right, Calista. As if you'd recognize truth if it smacked you in the face. Especially not you."
Calista's expression turned stone-cold. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Enough," Mom interjected, exhaustion weighing down her voice as she lifted her hand like she could somehow freeze the disaster spiraling before her.
But Calista wasn't about to quit. She never did. "I'm only saying what everyone else is too chicken to say because they don't want to crush her feelings."
Mom gave a weary shake of her head. "That's not your job, Calista."
