Tasha was still stunned, her hand pressed to her cheek, her lips trembling. She didn’t speak. She couldn’t. She had no idea what she’d just triggered.
“I have had enough of your insults, Tasha,” I said, my voice louder now, rising with the heat inside my veins. “Do you hear me? It’s choking me. It’s making me sick. You’ve always had a mouth. Always. Since I got to know you. You love to talk. You love to throw shade and act like you own the world because you were born into it with a rich daddy and an attitude problem.”
I stepped closer again. She didn’t move. Her eyes were wide. Her friends were frozen, watching the show with their mouths slightly open.
“But talk is cheap,” I went on. “Anyone can run their mouth. Anyone can throw insults and pretend to be a queen. But you? You never do a
