The antiseptic scent of the hospital room is momentarily masked by the bright tang of a freshly peeled orange.
Luna leans back comfortably against the elevated pillows, lazily picking apart the fruit while her closest friend, Ava, paces at the foot of the bed.
"The internet is absolutely tearing Stella to shreds right now," Ava declares, dropping into a plush armchair and crossing her legs. She makes no effort to hide her profound satisfaction. "And honestly? She deserves every bit of the vitriol. You don't get to steal another woman's man, parade around high society like a saint, and then play the weeping victim when things finally get messy."
Ava leans forward, lowering her voice into a conspiratorial, frustrated whisper. "If the Vane family didn't have half the city's media executive
