Wendy covered her ears and shrieked, pretending to be startled, her big tears rolling down her cheeks. Kevin glared at me before gently comforting the person in his arms.
My eyes stung, but I swallowed the endless bitterness and walked past Kevin. He reached back, grabbing my wrist, "Amy, have I been too lenient with you?"
In the struggle, blood began to seep from the freshly bandaged wound on my arm. My hands trembled slightly, my throat felt as if something was lodged in it and I looked at Kevin, "Lenient? Are you not actually indulging that tacky girl from the countryside you've got in your arms?"
I pointed at Wendy, watching her surgery-altered face change color and continued, "Or has it been so long that someone's forgotten who they are?"
Kevin's gaze flickered, his brow furrowing as he looked at the wound on my arm. "Amy, weren't you also from the countryside?" He looked down at me so arrogantly, his mocking expression enough to crush me.
Ten years ago, Kevin had discovered my potential as a model from among the crowds. He'd used each of his meticulously designed creations to elevate me to a high position. He was my mentor, but he was also my calamity.