I froze, my palms tightening against the hem of my dress. The girl's eyes cut through me like blades, her glare sharp and piercing. She was beautiful—striking, even—but her anger made her look dangerous. "I... I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice trembling. She did not answer. She just stood there, arms folded, gaze sweeping over me as though I were some stain she wanted gone. My stomach twisted. Why was she looking at me like that? I had never seen her before—or at least, I thought I had not. But something about her features tugged at the back of my memory. Like a face I'd only seen once, long ago. The picture in Lorenzo's office — she looks just like the woman standing in front of me. But maybe they are different people. How could his ex-girlfriend be working in his own company? I wanted to step back, to leave before Mrs. Illustre noticed us, but my feet refused to move. The girl leaned closer, "You," her voice low, firm, dripping with spite. That was all she said. One
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