Rose
Rose had successfully snatched Tristan from Lyra. Now that Lyra is out of the picture she realized it was time to make her next move. Rose paced the corners of her bedroom lazily. She moved towards the mirror by the side of her bedroom and smirked at her reflection.
“Today’s going to be great,” Rose swung in motion, admiring her beauty as she made her way to the bathroom.
When she was done tidying up, Rose took out a blue gown and black heels from her wardrobe and slid into it. She made her hair into a ponytail, plastering heavy makeup on her face.
Walking down the stairs, her heels clicked, echoing through the building as she descended the stairs.
Rose could still remember the first day she met Tristan, she could see the love in his eyes for Lyra. Rose wanted it for herself b
