Chapter 303

• Hazel was stunned into silence by Margaret’s pointed comeback. Her face remained frozen in place for several beats too long caught between rage and disbelief. Finally, she rose from her seat, the clack of her designer heels sharp against the marble floor, and let out a dry, cold laugh.
• “You clearly lack the depth to appreciate true art,” she sneered. “But instead of admitting it, you pick a fight. It seems every conversation between us turns into a clash of values. I won’t waste my time here any longer.”
• She turned on her heel but not before leveling a slow, deliberate glare at me.