The Third Person's POVAria couldn't bring herself to stand on the sidelines and watch.Once Elena was fully dressed, Aria kept her eyes glued to her friend, constantly checking each details.Elena gently lifted the sweeping hem of the crimson skirt, turning around with a light, easy laugh."Aria, relax. In this line of work, people love jumping on bandwagons. The second you stumble, every hyena in town lines up to step on your throat."Her tone was breezily dismissive, carrying the casual shrug of someone seasoned by years under the spotlight.Yet beneath that breezy calm, the sharp, bitter scent of accumulated hurt hung quietly in the air, obvious only to those who knew how to look for it.Aria still couldn't wrap her head around it.Elena was smart, undeniably successful. Why did she let herself stay shackled to a toxic, arrogant brute like Leon?Leon never once defended her as his mate; instead, he took every opportunity to kick her while she was down.Aria knew Elena wasn't blind
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