Chapter 9 Slapped!

• Isla’s POV
• “You slapped me?” I whispered, stunned as my fingers slowly rose to my cheek. The sting was still hot, but it was nothing compared to the sudden wave of fury and disbelief bubbling in my chest.
• The woman in front of me, tall, stunning, and radiating elegance like some wealthy model, looked down her nose at me. Her perfume was a suffocating blend of Jasmine and cold mint, and her ivory dress was too perfect for someone so casually cruel. She wasn’t dressed for an office; she was dressed like she belonged somewhere far above the rest of us.