Grace's POV
As I watched the joyful expressions on Layla and Ezra, I felt the rage within me increase drastically. The sight of them together sparked something primal inside me, a relentless jealousy that gnawed at my insides.
Here was Layla, effortlessly glowing with happiness, as if the universe had conspired to pour blessings upon her, and I was left grappling with the bitter taste of my own inadequacies. Who was she to have everything at her fingertips while I struggled?
The entire room seemed to gravitate toward them, the electric air filled with whispers and laughter that revolved around their little world. From my peripheral view, I could see how she held the focus of Orion's attention, the way his gaze lingered on her as if she were a brilliant star in a night sky.
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