As I strolled back into the mansion, feeling pretty pleased with myself after walking Mr. Hale off, the sound of heels clicking against the marble floor reached my ears.
I didn’t need to glance up to confirm who it was—I could feel her glare burning holes through me. Sure enough, Mia stood at the base of the grand staircase, arms folded tightly across her chest, eyes narrowed in a look that screamed pure disdain. She wasn’t just glaring; she was practically radiating venom, like I had personally snatched away her last shred of hope.
“Oh,” I started, my voice overly sweet, “did you want to see my fiancé off?”
I blinked, pretending to be sad for a second before plastering on the most innocent grin I could muster. “That’s a shame,” I purred, tilting my head ever so slightly. “I just did.”
