Bella smiled to herself. Soon, she thought. That smirk of yours won't last much longer. After everything I've planned, you won't sleep at night. You'll lie awake, tossing and turning, wondering what's coming. Wondering when. Wondering how badly it's going to hurt. You'll see.
She turned her head slightly and met Krystal's gaze. She smiled then, slow and confident, an expression that said everything without a single word. I see you. I know what you did. And I am not afraid of you.
Krystal's eyes widened. A flicker of anger crossed her face, hot and quick, barely controlled. Her manicured nails dug into her palm. What does this bi*ch think she's smiling at? She forced her own smile back into place, sharper and colder. On annual day, she'll lower her head in shame. And if she doesn't perform, she'll be scolded by the authorities for wasting their time. Either way, she loses. Either way, I win.
