Chapter 182
- Lily POV
- The lounge reeked—a sick mix of cheap perfume, sweat, and some nameless grime—that almost choked me.
- Grace’s “I didn’t know” apology was so damn fake. It was like pouring oil over filth, slick and nauseating. Her lowered lashes, that put-on, wronged little pose—she looked like a plastic flower shoved into mud, the stiff stem still trying to hold up some laughable “pure pride.”