Dealing With The Other Brother.
“Well, unless that man underwent sex reassignment surgery overnight, I think it’s obvious now that ‘he’ is a ‘she.’”
“Boom.” Isabelle snaps her fingers, pointing at me like I just proved her point in a game show.
I turn to her fully, glaring her daggers. “So what do you want, Miss He-She? Why are you doing all this?”
She pouts, spreading her arms wide, spinning slightly like she’s presenting a masterpiece. “Well, isn’t it obvious?”
“What?” I bite out.
“Revenge.”
My stomach drops. "Revenge? For what?"