Tamsin’s eyes blazed with indignation. “That’s not just rude, Avalon. It’s vicious.”

I sank back, my chair groaning. “I’ve been racking my brain over why they despise me. I’m so over it.”

She leaned forward, her tone sharp. “They probably think you’re not worthy of their darling Leander. Total elitists.”

“But why?” I said, my brow furrowing. “I don’t flaunt it, but I’ve got a solid career!”

“They don’t know that,” Tamsin said, softening. “Have you told them about your work?”

I shook my head, resentment bubbling. “They never asked. I wanted them to accept me for me, not my job or… you know.”