That was a lie.
She was so jealous she could taste it, a metallic flavor at the back of her throat that reminded her of biting her own cheek during arguments she couldn't win. She was jealous of Sabrina's patience, of the way Sabrina could sit in silence and make it feel like a gift instead of a threat. She was jealous of Harlow's ease, the way Harlow touched people without second-guessing the contact, the way she said "love u" like it cost nothing and meant everything. She was jealous of Vivienne's competence, the way Vivienne walked into rooms and everyone turned to listen, the way she wore power like a second skin instead of the borrowed coat it felt like on Cassidy.
But Cassidy had something none of her sisters had.
She had the bet.
