The moment Daniella approached their table, Anna’s stomach churned with irritation. She didn’t need to see the smug smile on Daniella’s perfectly glossed lips to know what was coming—she could feel the tension ripple through Jaden as his jaw tightened.
“Well, isn’t this cozy?” Daniella’s voice was sickeningly sweet, but the sharpness in her tone betrayed her. She stood by the table, her designer handbag resting on her forearm and her body language radiating confidence, like she belonged there.
Anna’s smile was polite but steely as she glanced up. “Daniella. What a surprise.” Her tone was just as sweet, though the underlying venom was unmistakable.
“Anna.” Daniella’s gaze swept over her, clearly assessing every detail of her appearance. Then her eyes flicked to Jaden, softening with what
