longer. Blaire felt herself getting angry but took a deep breath, determined not to say anything she’d regret. She gently twisted a lock of Annabelle’s hair around her finger and continued to stare at Selby, then said in a neutral voice, “I’m here. Go to your appointment. Kate will be fine.”
Selby’s face turned red. “Why did you come back? Didn’t you cause enough trouble before her wedding?”
Was she serious? Their friend’s mother had just been murdered, and all she could do was dredge up the past? Blaire let her anger bubble to the surface. Moving Annabelle from her lap, she got up and stood close to Selby, whispering so Annabelle couldn’t hear.
“What’s the matter with you? Lily is dead, and Kate needs all the support she can get. This isn’t the time for your petty insecurities.”
Obviously flustered, Selby opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
“Maybe it’s time for you to go,” Blaire said. “You clearly need to let out some of that tension.”
Glaring at her, Selby grabbed her purse and stomped away.
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