Afternoon sunlight poured through the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling over the wicker sofas and the delicate coffee set in the sunroom.
Mia sat across from me in a Chanel couture suit, a cup of Darjeeling balanced in her hand. Her posture was arrogant. Her eyes, lined with immaculate liner, traveled over me with zero restraint, full of provocation and contempt.
"Chloe, you've been looking awful lately. Even foundation that thick can't hide those dark circles under your eyes." Mia took a delicate sip of coffee, the corner of her mouth lifting in performative concern. "What's going on? Has Liam been too busy with work to give you any attention? You know how it is. Women age fast when there's no man taking care of them."
The mockery dressed up as concern made me want to gag.
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