#Chapter 18 A Shift in Perspective

There was a time when such a question would have infuriated me. In fact, in my past life, I once smashed everything in front of the person who dared to raise that notion to me. Not anymore. I didn’t love Noah anymore. I took another sip of my wine and tucked my hair behind my ear. “Everyone knows how perfect Zoe is,” I said. “If I’m even a little bit like her, I would be overjoyed.” “I have to agree,” Emily said. “I think anyone would be ecstatic to be compared to someone like Zoe.” “Exactly.” I smiled slightly. “Besides, I don’t like female rivalry. Why should women’s conflicts always be about men? There are so much more important things to fight about.” Emily smirked. “That there is.” * * * The day after the interview, I sat on the couch, using my tablet to watch various news outlets showing clips of the couple attacking me alongside my interview. So far, the commentary appeared to be very positive and sympathetic towards me. “I can’t imagine being so calm under such