Quintessa's crisp and melodious voice cut through the chatter of the room, leading people all around to turn their heads, including those of the Young family.

Upon entering, Miranda had her eyes dart around in search of Jerome, but shuddered by Quintessa's voice, she whirled around almost reflexively.

All Miranda could see was Quintessa standing close to Jerome, looking the picture of grace and femininity. She had her smile bloom like spring flowers as she clung to Jerome's arm, as if she was his bona fide girlfriend, while Jerome did not, did not, push her away.

As Miranda laid eyes on Quintessa in that moment, it felt like the world went silent, leaving behind a void filled only with rising anger and spite. She felt a visceral urge to tear Quintessa's face to shreds and to erase her from existence forever.

Miranda's hatred for Quintessa ran deep, too deep to be uprooted.

had once tried to end her own life for him; the scar on her wrist

Quintessa, brazenly holding onto the man Miranda loved. In an instant, she felt rational thought abandon her, leaving

fury as she muttered under her breath, "Homewrecker, bitch, tramp, I'll kill you, I swear

save for a single thought: Quintessa must die,

and after their initial shock, they understood all too well:

ago to return and disrupt their peace, and now

Quintessa on the spot, they knew they had to keep up appearances of family harmony and warmth

who was on the verge of lunging at

keep your cool, we're at the

can't be calm, I just can't." Miranda

I know. Mom's here, and I'll help you deal with that little

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