I didn’t respond immediately. My eyes flicked to the diamond-encrusted crescent moon necklace resting at her throat. My necklace. The one Leonardo had given me on our fifth anniversary, weeks before it disappeared without explanation.
“A recycled party for a recycled personality,” I said, cold and unyielding. “It’s perfect for you.”
Her confident smile faltered, replaced by a flash of rage. She seized a crystal ornament from the nearby table and hurled it to the floor. Shards scattered, one slicing into her foot. She shrieked, clutching her ankle in exaggerated pain.
Leonardo stormed into the room moments later, his posture tense, eyes scanning the chaos. “What’s happening?” His gaze shifted between the broken ornament, her bleeding foot, and me.
“She—she was helping,” Camila squeaked, eyes wide with feigned terror. “I was just trying to fix things, and she—”
The slap landed before my brain had processed it. My cheek flared with heat, but I didn’t flinch. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me react.
“Enough!” he bellowed. “Camila spent her day helping you, and this is how you repay her? If you don’t like it, do it yourself!”