The soft chime of the boutique’s door echoed behind her as Freya stepped onto the polished marble floor, her eyes scanning the elegantly lit displays of designer handbags. The air smelled faintly of leather and expensive perfume—a scent that usually soothed her, but today, her mood soured the moment she spotted 'her'.
Lucia Bentley.
Of all the places, of all the times—why did fate keep throwing this woman in her path? Freya exhaled through her nose, fingers tightening around the strap of her purse.
"I can’t believe how lucky I always am to run into you," she muttered under her breath, the sarcasm dripping like venom.
Their encounters weren’t just confined to the office anymore. No, Lucia seemed to have a sixth sense for appearing whenever Freya least wanted company.
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