The restroom gleamed like something out of a luxury magazine—marble sinks polished to a mirror sheen, crystal chandeliers scattering soft light across every gilded surface. But the air was heavy, choking, charged with a storm that hadn't yet broken.
Eliana stood rigid in front of the mirror, her reflection fierce yet fragile, eyes burning with hurt. Those deep brown eyes—eyes that had once trusted Sarai with every secret—now blazed with betrayal. Her long hair tumbled over her bare shoulders, the sequins of her dress glittering faintly under the light, a cruel contrast to the turmoil twisting inside her.
Her voice cracked through the silence. "Sarai, stop. Just… stop with the sweet talk. Why?" She shook her head, disbelief hardening into anger. "Why did you betray our friendship? After everything—growing up side by side, whispering secrets, being like sisters—how could you turn on me like that?"
The words landed like blows.
