The humid air of San Jose, usually thick with the scent of saltwater and grilling fish, now carried a palpable tension. It clung to Jeanna like a shroud, a constant reminder that the idyllic world she'd carefully constructed with Prince was on the verge of collapse, all thanks to the arrival of Lucy.
Lucy was a vision ripped from the glossy pages of a high-fashion magazine. Her clothes were impeccably tailored, her hair perfectly coiffed, and her every movement exuded an air of effortless superiority. She was the antithesis of everything Jeanna represented: the unpretentious charm of a probinsyana, the comfortable ease of a life lived outside the spotlight. Lucy moved through San Jose like an exotic, albeit unwelcome, species, her eyes constantly cataloging, judging, and ultimately, dismi
