Nora

Violet stood straight in front of everyone, her posture relaxed, her expression calm to the point it felt insulting. Her eyes drifted lazily around the room, as if she owned the place, as if this wasn’t the most exclusive event of the year.

The lights caught her features perfectly, highlighting her smooth skin, the sharp line of her jaw, the way her black dress hugged her body like it was made just for her. People were staring. No, people were captivated.

My chest tightened painfully.

What is the meaning of this? How could she be here? Why is this bitch here?

No matter where I went, no matter how...