Meirah wanted to laugh at the woman who was scared to her wits looking at her. This was the very woman who pushed her to death and laughed at her low birth.
As she stared at Camila, Meirah’s eyes, tinged with a hint of sarcasm and curiosity, took a measured step closer to Camila. Her movements were deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. She tilted her head, studying Camila with a mixture of bemusement and intrigue. Her mirthless eyes mocked her current situation.
As the contents of the news article came into her head, her anger rose.
"What's wrong, Miss Stone?" Meirah asked, her tone deceptively innocent.
“Why do you act like I am some ghost? Do you remember something? Did that scare you?” Meirah asked.
Camila looked at her with vigilance. She couldn’t pinpoint why Meirah
