Chapter 11
Her voice wasn’t quiet. She knew exactly what she was doing.
People turned. Conversations paused.
And then the murmurs started.
Little whispers. Side-eyes. Snickering.
I’d been here before.
People had always whispered about where I came from—about my mom being “just the help,” about how I didn’t belong.
But usually, Landon or Logan would swoop in, all fire and fury, shutting that shit down.
Not tonight.
I took a shaky breath and looked Bailey dead in the eyes.
“Funny,” I said calmly, “I seem to remember you grew up in a two-bedroom shack off Highway 19. Your mom still works the night shift at the Waffle House, doesn’t she?”
Her face paled like I’d slapped her with a frying pan.
“So tell me, Bay. When did you get so obsessed with playing judge and jury?”
“Damn. She hit her with the Waffle House combo platter.”
“Finally, some backbone!”
“Not the ‘trailer park girls shouldn’t throw stones’ energy!”
Bailey gasped like I’d kicked a puppy.
She let go of her champagne glass. It hit the floor with a loud crash, crystal shattering across the marble.
She stumbled back, blinking fast, tears welling in those wide doe eyes.
“I was just trying to give you advice,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Why would you twist it like that?”
Cue the dramatics.
Instantly, Landon and Logan appeared at her side like goddamn bodyguards.
“Bailey, are you okay?”
She sniffled, said nothing, but managed to give me a look so fake-hurt it should’ve won a Golden Globe.
Logan’s eyes flared. “Savannah! Again? Are you seriously going after Bailey—again?! Apologize. Now.”
“Again?” I repeated, stunned. “You think I started this?”
“She came at me first. Twice.”
“I’m not apologizing for defending myself.”
I squared my shoulders, lifting my chin, refusing to back down.
Logan stared at me. My eyes were probably glowing red with how pissed I was, and even he faltered for a second.
Bailey clutched Landon’s arm like she was about to faint.
“Logan, it’s okay,” she said softly. “If Savannah doesn’t want to apologize, that’s her choice. Don’t let me ruin your relationship with her…”
She sniffled again.
Bitch.
Logan’s jaw locked.
“Wrong is wrong,” he snapped. “I’m not gonna just stand here and let you bulldoze people without consequences.”
He turned to me, stone-cold.
“If you won’t apologize, don’t bother packing for Europe.”
