Mitchell didn't even blink. "Paper wife," she repeated, chin lifting defiantly. "Or isn't that what you are?" Her smirk widened. "Oh wait, maybe I should have said temporary Mrs." She tapped a finger against her lips in fake thoughtfulness. "Is that better?"
The insult landed like a physical blow to Serena's chest. All of her carefully constructed composure shattered, scattering everywhere all around her like pieces of broken glass. She'd promised herself she wouldn't engage, wouldn't give this woman the satisfaction. But this - this was too much.
"Get out before I drag you out by myself." The threat rolled off Serena's tongue with deadly seriousness.
