"Vincent doesn't care about you anymore," she declared. "All he cares about is me. So stop acting jealous and stop pulling stupid tricks like this. Otherwise, I'll make your life a living hell."
Then, as though suddenly remembering she was supposed to be the victim, her expression shifted.
Her face crumpled into a wounded look.
"How could you even do this to me?"
Her voice became dramatically softer.
"I'm your cousin."
Juliet stared at her for several long seconds.
Then her gaze slowly traveled over Alexa again.
The dirt.
The ruined dress.
The self-righteous expression.
The complete lack of self-awareness.
A soft laugh escaped her.
"What cousin?"
The smile disappeared from her face.
Her eyes turned cold.
Ice-cold.
"Last night, you stood in that club and mocked me in front of everyone."
She took a slow step forward, never breaking eye contact.
"Now suddenly you're my cousin?"
Alexa's expression stiffened.
Juliet folded her arms across her chest.
"As for Vincent, you can keep him."
Her voice was calm.
Indifferent.
Almost bored.
"I don't want him anymore."
Alexa blinked in surprise.
Juliet's lips curled into a mocking smile.
"Actually, you can keep both the dress and the man."
