edit, Alisha's POV
As Mireya continued tending to my wounds, Stephenie descended the stairs with a mixture of anger and hatred etched across her face. "Alisha, you may have won this time, but don't be so proud. I refuse to acknowledge your identity."
I couldn't help but roll my eyes in response to her bitter words. Who cared about Stephenie's approval anyway? She had made it clear that she despised me from the beginning, and her opinion held no significance in my life. However, I chose to remain silent this time, recognizing that Stephenie's fury stemmed from her failure to obtain what she desired from Archie. The intensity of her glare conveyed a deep-seated frustration, as if she longed to tear me apart.
While I relished the moment of Stephenie's impotence, I knew it was best to avoid further provocation. I quickly made up an excuse to leave, not wanting to further incite her anger.