Dahlia's POV
The sound of my phone hitting the marble floor echoed through the hotel lobby. I stared down at the shattered screen, then slowly raised my eyes to meet Lauren's defiant gaze.
"Don't blame me for that," Lauren declared, crossing her arms with mock innocence. "She startled me out of nowhere. My hands slipped when I got nervous." Her attention shifted to Christina, and a cruel smile spread across her lips. "Besides, does she even understand her position here? What gives her the right to show up in a place like this?"
Despite the spider web of cracks across the display, my phone remained functional. I quickly pulled up Harriet's contact information and fired off a text message, my fingers moving with practiced efficiency.
Without warning, Miranda's manicured nails dug into my wrist like talons. Her face twisted with barely contained rage as she leaned close enough that I could feel her breath against my ear.
