Viya's POV
I walked quietly to the entrance of the inner lounge and tapped one of the women lightly on the shoulder. They were both impeccably dressed in designer outfits, their makeup flawless, their posture screaming old money.
"Excuse me," I said pleasantly. "I couldn't help overhearing. Who are you discussing so passionately?"
The taller one, a blonde with cold blue eyes, answered without turning. "Viya Lockwood, of course. The most pathetic—"
She froze mid-sentence as she turned and realized who was standing there. Her face drained of color.
"Oh! Luna Wilde!" she stammered, exchanging panicked glances with her companion. "We weren't—that is—we were actually talking about Miranda! That shameless woman who keeps trying to steal your mate!"
I followed her nervous glan
