Iris
For a moment, I’m at a loss for words. I stare at Veronica, taking in her serene face and perfect appearance.
She doesn’t look like a woman who spent the night agonizing like I did. In fact, she looks as if she slept on a f*****g cloud while I tossed and turned all night in the very gown I wore to the event. The gown which I’m still wearing now.
In that moment, anger takes over me.
“Speak with me?” I bite out. “About what, exactly? About how you gifted me blood diamonds on the night of a charity event for children? About how I was publicly humiliated because of your ‘gift’?”
Arthur sets down his coffee mug. “Iris—”
“Did you know?” I ignore him and move toward Veronica. I’m practically seeing red. “Did you know those diamonds were mined by slave labor when you
