Lara lifted her chin ever so slightly before turning toward the side door that opened into the garden. Sunlight spilled through the glass panes, draping her figure in a warm golden glow as she walked away with calm, unhurried steps. Every movement carried an effortless elegance, as though she had been born to command attention.
She looked less like a guest in the mansion and more like a queen returning to her palace.
Scarlet watched her leave with a gaze sharp enough to draw blood.
The moment the door closed behind Lara, Scarlet's expression twisted violently. Jealousy clawed through her chest like a beast trying to tear its way out.
That woman…
Who gave her the right to act so superior? So composed. So untouchable.
Who did that woman think she was?
How dare she act so lofty? So untouchable?
Scarlet bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to taste blood.
