“I guess it’s nice being a big fish in a tiny pond,” Becca simpers at me, so sugary fake I’m surprised her teeth aren’t rotting right out of her jaw. “It sure is. Nothing better than small-town living with people who really care about you,” I snipe back. Oh, she thinks she can out passive-aggressive me? My mother is the queen of passive-aggressive. “Ward’s told me all about your amazing group of friends in Atlanta,” I lie, grinning broadly at her. “And how Devon was there for you after the breakup. You’re so lucky.”
