Chapter 53 Fifty-three

• Nina’s POV
• I wouldn’t lie right now, but for a moment, I felt like laughing in their faces. Why were they all acting so smug, as if I were some charity case begging for crumbs from their table? I was the heiress. *Me.* And yet here they were, each one more insufferable than the last, trying to prove they were wealthier, smarter, or more famous than me. *Ridiculous!*
• I forced a smirk, holding my ground as Sarah sauntered over, an exaggerated grace in her every step like she was royalty. She leaned in, her voice laced with venom. “Just a gentle reminder, Miss ‘McDonalds,’” she sneered, putting exaggerated emphasis on my family name, “you won’t win this. Doesn’t matter who you are.”