"Oh my god! Look at that woman, Lina, she's stunning!" Isabelle nudged her close friend.
Isabelle was left speechless at how beautiful the woman standing at the end of the carpet was.
"But she looks so familiar…" Isabelle trailed off, her eyes glued to the blonde. It wasn't a surprise, given the adoring glances shifting her way.
"What are the odds that the two men you've been photographed with shows up at the same place as you?" Isabelle added on, her lips tugging into a grin. Her sharp nose was picking up on gossip, but she couldn't pinpoint it.
"The odds are low, but not impossible," Lina finally managed to say. She was staring intently at the woman. Thorns prickled at her chest, not from jealousy, but from hatred.
That woman… How was she still alive?
