Veronica's POV
I stood in what they called my "princess room," though it looked more like a war zone. The entire space was trashed—bed, wardrobe, vanity—all splattered with red paint. Even the walls bore the same crimson stains. It resembled a murder scene, and frankly, it was revolting.
Liana lost it the moment she saw the destruction.
"Veronica!"
She jabbed her finger at me. "How dare you break into my room and wreck it! Look at this chaos! You've thrown paint everywhere! That's my limited edition makeup collection you destroyed! And my dress—my brand new dress I haven't even worn—it's filthy! What kind of psycho are you?"
