“You don’t have to pretend with me, Brittany. I’m pretty sure you don’t like her any more than I do.” She looked at me then, mouth parted slightly, which made me chuckle once more. “Yivonne is spoiled, pretentious, and everything you’d expect from the only daughter of one of our planet’s wealthiest merchants. She’s never lacked for anything and has almost certainly always gotten anything she wanted. Her family isn’t much better.” “Wow,” she said. “You really don’t think that highly of her, do you? I’m not sure your mother has gotten the memo, though.”
