Victoria leaned casually against the back of her couch, her arms crossed as she watched you pace back and forth, fuming. The space between you both felt charged with frustration, your every movement betraying just how upset you were. The anger in your tone cut through the room, the tension thick in the air, but Victoria remained as composed as ever.

You could feel your heart racing as you tried to contain your growing frustration, each word you spoke more cutting than the last. She had promised she would be there, swore she would show up when it mattered, and yet—once again—Victoria had let you down. The fact that she stood there, unbothered, almost made you feel like you were the one overreacting.

But then, you noticed it. That damn smile. It started small, barely perceptible, but as your words turned sharper, it spread across her face like wildfire.

You stopped in your tracks, staring at her, disbelief washing over you. How could she smile at a time like this? You were pouring your heart out, and all she could do was grin as if she found this whole thing amusing. The more you vented, the wider that smile grew.

Your frustration swelled in your chest, and you fought to keep your cool. This wasn’t what you expected. You had imagined a serious conversation, an apology, maybe some understanding. But this? This was Victoria—unfazed and almost entertained by your reaction.

As your breathing quickened, you tried to hold onto your anger, but with every flash of her smile, you felt it slip away, like sand through your fingers. She wasn’t backing down. She wasn’t apologizing. She wasn’t even pretending to care about how upset you were.

The worst part? It was working. The harder you tried to stay mad, the more she seemed to enjoy it.