Jealousy. That’s what this all boiled down to. Money, status, power…you didn’t have to be making world-altering decisions to covet those things. Everyone from national leaders to catty cocktail waitresses wanted the same things, in their own ways. If you were privileged enough to not have bigger things to worry about, that is.
She almost couldn’t blame the girl for her envy. Ava got it; she really did. There had been plenty of times in high school where she’d been on the receiving end of bitter girls who coveted her relationship with Xavier. Just like there had been just as many times when she’d quietly seethed whenever Xavier’s eye turned on a female that wasn’t her.
This song and dance were as old as time, and maybe it made Ava as self-centered as Madison clearly thought, but Ava
