“You!” Leila’s brows furrowed in disgust the moment she saw Aria, her eyes sweeping over her from head to toe. “What are you doing here?”

Aria let out a deep sigh, still focused on the dress she was looking at. The last time she saw Leila, they had argued.

Her silence simply showed she wasn’t interested in fighting because it was obvious provoking conflicts was written into Leila’s DNA.

Leila’s cheeks puffed with anger and she pointed a finger at Aria’s back. “Hey you, Aria, I’m talking to you! I asked what you’re doing here. The last time I checked, you were just a waitress earning a few bills. So...