CHAPTER 15
Ariel's POV
I smiled, trying to keep my composure as Luciana sidled up to me.
“Ariella, darling.” She whispered. “That dress is so... vintage. I mean, it's not every day you see someone wearing last season's couture and pretending it's haute.”
I laughed, trying to brush it off, but she wasn't done.
“I wonder who's behind the mask, hmm? The great Ariella, playing dress-up with the big boys. Do you even know who you are, or are you just a puppet on strings?”
I kept my smile plastered on, but I could feel my nails digging into my palms.
“Luciana, you're so sweet to worry about my wardrobe,” I said. “But I think I'm doing just fine, considering I'm not a washed-up socialite with a bad facelift.”
Luciana's eyes narrowed, her smile faltering for a while before it widened.
“Oh
