SLAP—
The sharp sound of a slap echoed through the living room, stunning Lacey. Miranda hadn't held back at all—Lacey's right cheek was already turning red and starting to swell.
"How dare you hit me?" Lacey stared viciously at Miranda, her voice dark and hoarse.
Miranda glanced at her with a cold sneer. "And why couldn't I? If anything, one slap is getting off easy. I never imagined the little sister I've doted on for so many years would turn out to be such an ungrateful viper. And I certainly never imagined you were such a good actress that you could play me for a complete fool. You're really something else, Lacey!"
