Maya’s POV
“I should be asking you that question.” My voice came out barely above a whisper. “What are you doing here, Sophie?”
The words escaped before I had a chance to think.
For a moment, Sophie simply stared at me.
“Maya?”
There was no mistaking the shock in her eyes.
The carefully composed expression she had worn beside Julian moments ago cracked, replaced by genuine disbelief. She looked as though she couldn’t decide whether I was real or just another cruel trick her mind had played on her.
Neither of us spoke.
The silence between us stretched until it became almost unbearable.
This wasn’t how I had imagined seeing my best friend again.
Not here.
Not in a place hidden beneath a quiet neighborhood bar, where wealthy strangers drank champagne while beautiful women entertain
