Zeta POV I glanced at my wristwatch and yelled, “We’re getting late, Isabella! Hurry up!” She didn’t even flinch. Sitting in front of the vanity mirror, she tilted her chin slightly while the makeup artist carefully brushed shimmer across her cheekbones like we had all the time in the world. The room smelled like perfume and powder, and suffocating, and it only made my impatience worse. “You know I hate arriving late,” I added, my voice sharper this time. “I’m almost done, Zeta,” she said, though her eyes were fixed on her reflection, not me. Almost done. She had said that twenty minutes ago. My jaw tightened. I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled slowly, trying to keep my temper in check. Events like this weren’t optional. My mother would be there, it’s one of the biggest charity events. And if there was one thing mom loved, it was pointing out my flaws in front of other people, especially when it came to discipline and timing. “They’ll start without us,” I muttered. “Th
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