Rose's mother… or rather, my step mother Natasha had never truly liked me.
She always maintained a calm and graceful picture in front of my father and the media, but her facade hid her poisonous nature.
It was the kind of smile that never reached her eyes.
I had not liked to interact with her much in my previous life, but I had still known about her dislike of me.
There was always something cold in the way she looked at me, as if I were an inconvenience that refused to disappear.
'It seems becoming a new person has not changed that hatred even a single bit.'
The thought almost amused me.
For now, I just smiled and pretended her words meant nothing to me. That was the best way to annoy someone as prideful as her.
It worked better than any sharp retort ever could.
