ROSE POV

I step into the hotel lobby, elegant and serene,

Roman and Helen wait outside, loading luggage, a helpful team.

I approach the reception desk, with a smile so bright,

"Welcome to—" the receptionist starts, but then a voice takes flight.

"Sapphire," a voice says, familiar, yet detestable too,

I turn to face her, poised, polished, but fake, through and through.

"Sapphire, darling," I say sweetly, with a hint of disdain,

"Still clinging to Darrick?" I ask, with a playful, teasing refrain.

Sapphire's eyes narrow, her smile forced, a fake concern,

"Don't think you've won this round," she warns, with a hint of scorn.

My eyes lock onto hers,...