Sofie’s eyes darkened, her perfectly painted lips pressing into a thin line. She tilted her head slightly, her voice dripping with mock amusement. “How fascinating,” she murmured, her tone deceptively soft. “I see you’ve made yourself quite at home in the world of luxury.”
Dysis refused to flinch, meeting Sofie’s piercing gaze with quiet defiance. Her own eyes drifted downward, taking in Sofie’s designer heels—the very ones Dysis had once dreamed of being the first to wear. They weren’t just shoes. They were a symbol of power, prestige, a legacy that should have belonged to her.
But there they were, now adorning Dysis’s feet instead.
Sofie’s fingers curled around the stem of a wine glass as she took a slow sip, her eyes never leaving Dysis. It wasn’t just the shoes. The brand, the
