Getting Miranda out of here

Freda's POV

As I tried to find my voice, my mind raced with a thousand thoughts. How could she say something so cruel? Did she truly believe that I was one of Hardin's dolls, or was it just an attempt to hurt me? I felt anger welling up inside me, but I knew that responding with anger would only escalate the situation further.

Taking a deep breath, I mustered up all the strength I had left. I looked Shelby in the eyes, trying to maintain a calm exterior despite the turmoil within me. I refused to let her words define me, to let them shake my self-worth.

"I am not a doll," I said firmly, my voice steady. "And I can't blame you for thinking I am one, since those are the kind of girls you associate with"

Shelby's expression shifted to a mix of surprise and perhaps even a hint of regret. It seemed as though she hadn't expected such a response from me.

"It doesn't matter, to Hardin what you are, you are only here to warm his bed while I the true love of life take care of the business"

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