A Mirror Called Truth
Ella’s POV
If hypocrisy had a face, it would have been standing right in front of me.
Paige.
She dabbed delicately at the corners of her eyes with a tissue, lashes clumped together just enough to look pitiful, shoulders trembling as if the weight of injustice might crush her fragile frame at any moment. Anyone who didn’t know her—anyone who hadn’t lived in her shadow—would have believed every tear.
And that was the most infuriating part.
I stood there quietly, hands relaxed at my sides, listening as the whispers grew louder, tilting the room in her favor inch by inch. Sympathy was a current, and Paige knew exactly how to ride it.
“Mr. Wilde is clearly letting personal feelings interfere.”
“Poor Paige. She’s being dragged into a feud she has nothing to do with.
