Ella's POV:
Kate's laughter echoed through the hospital room, her eyes dancing with mischievous delight as she mimicked Joanne's overly sweet tone. "Oh, anything for Arec's close ones," she cooed, putting on a mockingly sophisticated voice that had me practically in tears.
"Stop," I said, covering my mouth to stifle the laughter. "You're going to get me kicked out of here."
"Oh, come on, don't tell me you didn't feel the ice daggers coming from her smile," she teased, twirling an imaginary curl like Joanne had done earlier. "The girl has a PhD in fake niceties."
I shook my head, grinning. "Okay, okay, maybe she does. But let's give her the benefit of the doubt."
Kate raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Fine, you can be the nice one. But, Ella," she paused, her tone shifting, growing serious. "I don't trust her. There's something about her that rubs me the wrong way."