I stared at the pearl necklace on her neck, the limited-edition earrings, and the luxury skincare she used every day. It was laughable.
In my previous life, I died never knowing who she really was. She was no poor small-town girl. She was the heiress of the Miller Corporation, one of the top business families in New York City.
Her parents had sent her here to “experience life” before taking over the family empire. Behind the scenes, she lived in luxury, chauffeured in private cars.
But her crocodile tears easily won my roommates’ sympathy.
“Emily, maybe you should just let this go. Vanessa’s already apologized.” Grace tried to persuade me again.
“Yeah, give her another chance. Otherwise, she might really get expelled.” Chloe chimed in.
I sneered.
“Do you know what would have happened if I had gone on stage in these outfits? Exposure like that leads to permanent disqualification. Crying won’t fix that.”
“I didn’t!” Vanessa tried to argue again.
“Too late.”
I held up my phone in front of her.
“I recorded everything you just admitted. It’s not up to you anymore. If I give this to the director, do you think she’ll still let you stay?”
Vanessa froze, her face pale as paper.
“You… you actually schemed against me?”
“I learned it from you.”
I leaned close and whispered in her ear.
“Cross me again, and I’ll destroy you.”
Terrified, Vanessa collapsed onto the floor, staring at me with wide, panicked eyes.
My other two roommates didn’t dare say a word.
This was only the beginning. Her real suffering was still ahead.
Vanessa Miller, let’s see how long you last.
For the time being, she stopped causing trouble.
Whether in training or at mealtime, she stayed far away from me, afraid I’d catch her slip up again.
She began currying favor with the Runway Director and the other teammates—buying them drinks during practice, bringing them food at meal times, and even treating them to dinners afterward.
Her constant flattery gradually made everyone forget the nasty things she had done.
Grace Parker saw me ignoring Vanessa Miller and even tried to persuade me.
“Look, Vanessa knows she was wrong, and she’s changed. Can’t you just forgive her and be friends again?”
I didn’t want to talk, nor did I care to explain. Some people are rotten to the core—whatever they do on the surface is only pretense. She was only waiting for another chance to ruin me completely.