Serena's POV

I paced back and forth in anxiety. Why did I agree to that stupid suggestion? I should have just sent her away and told Ardan I wouldn't accept her half-baked apology, but I didn't. I let my dark thoughts win. I shouldn't have let my revenge get to me. Why did I do this to myself?

"Serena, you'll wear out the rug if you keep pacing," Rachel said.

She sat on my bed with her legs crossed so beautifully. She seemed to be taking it a lot calmer than I'd expected. Because she's the one who has an eye for these things, but she's not even bothered about...