Broken by One, Desired by All
Caroline’s eyes flicked to mine, her brow furrowing.
"Who’s it?" she called out, her voice sharp, her posture tensing like she was ready for a fight.
A soft, melodic voice answered from the other side. "It’s Celia."
Caroline’s gaze snapped back to me, her eyes widening slightly before a slow, knowing smirk spread across her face. She chuckled, shaking her head. "Well, well, well," she said, her tone amused. "Looks like the universe has a sense of humor."
I glared at her, my body tensing as I braced myself for whatever was about to come. Caroline’s smirk only deepened as she turned toward the door,