“Who’d you piss off to get invited to this party?”
Holiday Starters
Christine didn’t need to turn around to know to whom the sneering voice belonged. Carlotta. The rival Christine had never wanted. If she had things her way, she would much rather be friends, or at least amicable acquaintances, with the other woman. But as far as she could tell, Carlotta had never looked fondly upon her.
“I beg your pardon?” Christine turned to face her with a noticeable pink stain on her fair features. She braced herself for some scathing remark or other; why else would the diva be the one to approach her?











