Chapter 33

• Scarlett's POV
• Rosa’s gentle expression suddenly changed. The soft, almost regretful look had disappeared, replaced by something sharper. Colder. She tilted her head, her lips curling into a sneer.
• "Scarlett, drop the act. Do you think I don’t know what kind of person you are? You’ve always been jealous, jealous that I had our parents’ love, jealous that I was always the pretty one. And now, you’re jealous that I have Michael’s love. Admit it, you hate me, don’t you?”