Chapter 44

KIMBERLY'S POV Well, the chaotic energy coursing through my veins was well-recreated in the changing room: the models stood grouped together, laced into intricate designs I had my heart and soul set upon; there she was, my ever-efficient manager Emily, right at the center, barking instructions out with the precision of a drill sergeant. I was out of this din, leaning at the wall, holding my phone. My thumb hovered in the air above the "post" button of the announcement I wrote a day back. Words stared back into my eyes-no remorse whatsoever in their size-ready for their effect. It was a while I had been waiting for this very moment. Not impulsive, it wasn't; neither was this a thing done in vindictiveness; this was contrived. For they always treated me; the Harringtons, as if I was some sort of nobody, someone that couldn't fit into their family because of how and where I grew up which wasn’t my fault but theirs for being careless, but today they shall know the reality; today they shall