C17 Sympathy Or Manipulation?

I folded my arms, staring her down. “How the hell did you even get an invite to this place?”

Antonia hesitated, her fingers tightening around the hem of her dress. “I heard about it, and I... managed to get one.”

I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Managed to get one? Huh?” I repeated. “So what, you just walked up to the venue, smiled at security, and they let you in?”

She didn’t answer