Mila looked at Serene. It was the first time she was truly looking at her.
Serene looked confident, poised, and untouchable. Dressed in an expensive gown, Serene looked gorgeous. Her beauty was striking—the kind that demanded attention. People would pause and turn their heads to look at her.
She was the kind of woman any man would desire.
Everything about her radiated a kind of elegance Mila couldn't hope to imitate. She was the kind of woman who never had to compete.
Mila felt painfully small in comparison. The illusion she had been holding onto that she might still have a place beside Dominic began to crumble.
With Serene here, Dominic would soon fall for her again.
A dull ache spread through Mila's chest. She barely registered Valentina's voice anymore, her thoughts drowning her as she stared at Serene in a daze.
"Hello, Mila." Serene extended her hand toward her. "I heard that you saved Dominic. Thank you so much for taking care of him."
