Chasing After My Ex-Husband
“It must feel good, though, building something like that, watching it succeed.”
“It does,” Lena said, her voice softening.
They fell quiet again, the music pulsing around them. Lena swirled her straw in her glass, glancing at Ayla carefully.
“You don’t talk much about yourself,” Lena said gently. “What do you do?” She asked, curious.
Ayla hesitated, her fingers tightening around her glass. “I... work with Kael,” she said carefully. “Mostly behind the scenes.” She muttered, not wanting to give too much information.
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