“Deviana, we need to talk.”

The voice cut sharply from the studio doorway. Deviana, who had been arranging sketches on her desk, looked up. Her body tensed when she saw Leviana standing there, a mocking smile plastered on her face.

“What are you doing here?” Deviana asked coldly, forcing her emotions under control.

Leviana stepped inside without permission, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. “I came to settle something. The sooner the better, don’t you think?”

Deviana exhaled, trying to remain calm. “If this is about Adrian, I have nothing to discuss with you. Speak to him directly.”

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Leviana let out a soft laugh, her eyes narrowing with...