Iris
“I can’t believe I actually slapped her,” I whisper, staring down at my hand. It still tingles slightly, as if the impact happened just moments ago. “Right across the face. In the presidential building. In front of everyone.”
My mother sits beside me on her bed, stroking my hair as I lay my head in her lap. After Ezra dropped me back off at my parents’ estate, I went straight to find her.
“I’d say she deserved it,” my mother replies firmly, and with a hint of wry humor in her eyes. “Although I imagine the press will have a field day with it.”
“Another scandal for the books,” I agree bitterly, looking away. “First the blood diamonds, then Arthur’s engagement to Veronica, and now this. I’m sure everyone will paint me as the jealous ex.”
I try to make light of it, but
