Christine's P.O.V.
"Well, well… you again," Serena's assistant said with a half-smile as soon as I walked in. "That was quite the fall you took! How's the ankle?"
"Better… still hurts, but not as much," I replied, returning her smile. "Where's Serena? Apparently, she wants to speak with me."
"Are you getting back on the runway?"
"You'd be a fool if you did," a familiar voice cut in.
Tall, poised, and smug as ever, Delaney stepped into view with that unbearable look in her eyes.
"After that catastrophic tumble, the best thing you could do would be to disappear before you become a running joke. Clearly, this world is too much for you."
"You mean the fall you caused," I snapped, crossing my arms as I glared at her smug face.
"The fall I caused? That's a rather big accusation. Such a shame no one would believe a failure like you," she said with a cruel laugh.
"What was that? I didn't quite catch it, but I could've sworn you said you wanted me to punch you in the face."
Delaney's
