Genevieve Quincy's face was ashen, her limbs numb and cold.
"I... I just remembered, my makeup isn't done yet." It was the only clumsy excuse she could come up with.
"Don't bother. With a heart like yours, makeup won't make a difference." Shane Sterling shoved Genevieve Quincy into the center of the venue.
The moment Jocelyn Quincy saw Genevieve, she stormed over and slapped her across the face.
"Genevieve Quincy, are you even human?! All these years, I treated you like my own sister. I shared everything good with you—the best food, the most fun, the nicest things. Did I ever leave you out? But you? You plotted against me at every turn. What do you take me for?"
"Sister! I didn't!" Genevieve Quincy grabbed Jocelyn Quincy's arm and explained pitifully, "There must be some kind of misunderstanding! I've always thought of you as my real sister, too. I never thought of hurting you!"
