We traveled in heavily tinted SUVs, accompanied by six bodyguards. I wore a crisp white button-up shirt beneath a fitted black blazer, paired with a sleek black pencil skirt and minimal-height black heels. My hair was pulled back into a tight, sleek ponytail.
"You know… you're giving him a hard time. He’s still trying to cope with everything. Zavi would never apologize," Davina said.
I huffed. "You don't give up, do you?"
"I can't just sit and pretend everything’s fine. And let’s be honest—you’re not doing great either."
I rolled my eyes and glanced down at the ring on my pinky finger. My mind drifted to the moment he gave it to me. Absentmindedly, I traced it with my other hand.
"See?"
"Please stop. I know what I'm doing, okay? And right now, I have work to do."
I pushed the car do
