clutched in her trembling hands, the silk sheet she w

ght's party lying scattered, champagne flutes abandone

needed to get to her room but as she turned to t

old, it wa

, her arms were crossed, and her lips curled in satisfacti

tepping into Naomi's path. "Look

ng. "Get out of my way, Isabel

. Where the hell were you all night? Don't tell me my plan failed? Did you

dened in shock.

to be taught a lesson last night. But no, you messed it up. What, did y

alking about," Naomi whispe

did you spread your legs for? You looked like a desperate little whore just

Naomi snapped

ew footsteps fro

waist, her hair still immaculate despite the hour.

Meredith's voice was

uth to answer, but

t, probably with one of the guests. Lo

forward, her hand striking out before Naomi co

ing her forward. "You leave my party, you sneak off, and now you come back

her eyes. "I didn't...I didn't do a

pushing her against the wall. "Because you

ying every second of Naomi's humiliation. "He sho

"Please, just let me g

liate me? On my birthday? After everything I've

ut at the corner of her mouth and the bitter taste of

being punished?" she whispered

to your room, and you better pray your father doesn't find out, bec

her burning from the inside out. She felt Isabella's gaze follow her as

r, and collapsed against it, sliding

r body with silent sobs. The bruises on her ski

t she remem

pain before the beating she received from her ste

on't let it be wh