Jenny rolled her eyes, her resentment boiling over, masking the deep-seated jealousy of Thalia's effortless allure.
Thalia's face twisted—rage and pain warping into something quieter, more dangerous. A single bead of sweat rolled down her slender neck, disappearing into the dark valley of her cleavage.
"Cut it out, Jenny."
Thalia clenched her fist, feeling too much pain and anger from this woman not even realizing what she had done to her body, to her dignity.
"No," Jenny snapped, her voice shrill. "You don't get to act wounded. Not you. You've always been in front. I spent years watching you shine while I was just 'the other girl'. I tried everything. I dyed my hair, I copied your damn handwriting, I—" She paused, voice cracking, tears welling in her heavily mascaraed eyes. "I starved myself just to get a body like yours... just to look like you."
