Mila's POV
Lying on my bed, I let out a deep sigh, staring at the ceiling. My conversation with Mom replayed in my head. A party for Kiara. Of course, it had to be grand. Kiara Malhotra wasn’t the kind of person who’d settle for anything less. And working with Raj? That was the cherry on top of this perfect storm.
I groaned, rolling over onto my stomach and burying my face in the pillow. My peace was short-lived, though, as a knock sounded on the door.
“Miss Saira,” the familiar voice of the maid called. “Dinner is ready. Everyone is waiting for you downstairs.”
I sat up, the idea of sitting across from Raj instantly sapping what little appetite I had. “I’m not feeling too well,” I replied. “I’ll have dinner in my room tonight.”
There was a pause before the maid responded. “Very well, Miss. I’ll bring your plate shortly.”
“Thank you,” I murmured, relieved as I heard her footsteps retreating.
As soon as the footsteps faded, I sat up, running a hand through my hair. The last thing I want
