Maya sank into the plush chair at her favorite restaurant, feeling the comforting hum of low conversation wrap around her. She took a deep breath, savoring the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the peaceful atmosphere. It was a rare moment of calm amidst the chaos of her life.
Her tranquility was interrupted by the sound of laughter. She glanced up to see Carla and her entourage making their way toward the bar. Carla’s eyes locked onto Maya’s, and she whispered something to her friends. They all turned their gaze toward Maya, their smirks barely concealed.
Maya’s stomach clenched, but she forced herself to stay composed. She focused on her coffee, taking a slow, deliberate sip to steady her nerves.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the infamous Maya,” Carla’s voice carried across the room,
