Lyla sat in front of her mirror, brushing her long hair slowly, a sly smile curling at the edges of her lips.
"Damian, Aria, Marco, what a love triangle" lyla said to herself. "A father marries his son's ex fiancee, but doesn't know that his wife still loves his son, such a shrewd woman." Lyla laughed wickedly.
"So, Aria… you think you can fool everyone? You want to play father and son right?" she murmured, eyes gleaming. "Let’s see how long you last once the seeds are planted."
She chuckled softly, pleased with herself.
The next morning, Lyla woke earlier than usual. She selected a soft pink dress , elegant, demure, and disarming. Her hair was tied into a neat ponytail, her makeup light and natural. She looked sweet and harmless , exactly the illusion she wanted.
She entered the brea
