Ding!
The elevator acted as an enclose area as though it could protect her from the storm that had just appeared.
The walls, polished and glossy gave out her reflection as she stared back at it, unreadable, but her hands shook slightly at her sides.
She wasn’t weak. She wasn’t someone to be easily shaken. Not anymore.
But something about that woman, the effortless way she carried herself, the chilling sweetness in her voice, unsettled her deeply.
Regina.
Even the name tasted poisonous in her mouth.
The way she had walked in, claiming space beside Jerry like she’d never left, her gaze slicing through Aria like glass. And then... the word engagement. As if dropped casually into conversation, meant to brand Jerry with ownership.
But Aria wasn’t someone who shared.
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