Sara Michaels
“I really don’t understand why Kingsley would bring someone like you here.”
Valerie’s voice floated softly between them, sugar-coated and poisonous all at once. The smile on her lips was flawless, practiced… but her eyes held nothing but quiet hostility.
Sara didn’t react immediately.
She stood still beside the dessert table, her fingers lightly wrapped around a glass of sparkling water. The laughter and music around them blurred into the background, fading beneath the sharp weight of Valerie’s words.
“Here we go again…“ Sara thought, while fighting the urge to roll her eyes.
“I mean, look at you,” Valerie continued, her gaze sweeping over Sara with deliberate slowness. “That dress… it’s nice, I suppose. Just not for this kind of event. This isn’t some casual lunch, Sar
