Chapter Twenty-Three

Ava.

I sat frozen in my seat as the lady who Mikhail had addressed as Karina, smiled wickedly at me. 

While she smiled, her eyes spoke of many emotions, hatred was buried in those bright blue irises, as well as a hint of jealousy. 

Why would she ever be jealous of me? I wondered. 

She had just called me trash. Would anyone be jealous of trash?

I said nothing else, feeling gazes boring into me, and the tears gathered around my eyes. I finally snapped my gaze slowly to look at Mikhail. 

But as usual his expression had turned back to normal, unreadable but the way he fisted his palm on the table told me he was pissed. His eyes never left Karina who was still smiling at me, wai