Kensington's face cycled through a series of ugly emotions-s

ing," she stammered, a pathetic attempt

landered Mr. Harmon and my cousin. Her actions directly led to a physical altercation. My

s family lawyers were legendary, a corporate Cerberus known for teari

be in touch as well," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Th

the Harmons, Mrs. Kensington crumbled. Her family's soc

in her mouth. She spun on her daughter, her voice a

her face a mask of sullen, impotent rage. But she was tr

mbled, the word

ian commanded, his tone leaving no

ared at Alaina, forcing the words out through clenched teeth. "Alain

not like I was lying!" she suddenly shrieked, her voice cracking. "Every

p, silencing her. She shot a terrified look at Derrick and Ju

us, quickly stepped forward and w

nothing. Not satisfaction, not triumph.

ot enough," Juli

e looke

blic apologies on all their social media accounts, clarifying the facts of tonight's incident. Second," he paused,

em; he was actively repairing Alaina's reputa

misery, but she nodded, agreeing to

notes and left. Mrs. Kensington dragged her two disgr

only Alaina, Julian, and Derr

thick with u

ce was hoarse with a regret that was raw and real.

ck Harmon had ever truly ap

ould have been a balm to her soul. She would have melted, f

ad died somewhere between the scent of a stra