The Wrong Cupid Arrow
Gabriella, dressed in white, felt her emotions spiral out of control.
Everything about this moment overwhelmed her.
Shock. Anger. Regret. Confusion.
She didn’t know whether she should feel happy seeing a familiar face or despise the woman standing before her.
Daria leaned casually against the table, her hands resting in front of her as she studied Gabriella openly. Her gaze softened as she took in every detail.
She’s grown, Daria thought. Even more beautiful than I imagined.
“It’s been a long time,” Daria said lightly, one brow lifting in amusement. “Aren’t you happy to see me? Your mother.”