I grabbed a glass from the cabinet, trying to steady my trembling hands as I filled it with water. Each second felt like an eternity as my thoughts swirled in a storm of emotions. Was Stella here to rub her happiness in my face, or was she fishing for something? Either way, I knew I needed to keep my composure.
When I returned to the living room, she was casually scrolling through her phone, her legs crossed in a way that exuded both poise and dominance. I placed the glass on the coffee table in front of her.
"Thank you," she said without looking up, taking a small sip before setting the glass down. Then her gaze lifted to meet mine, sharp and probing. "Melissa, can I ask you something?"
I tensed but nodded. "Sure."
Her face formed into a small, unreadable expression. "Is there somethi
