clutches of fate
"Alice, this is Greta. She used to be my assistant when I lived in Italy. Greta, meet Alice, my fiancée."
The words should have relieved me, but the sight of Greta's self-satisfied smile stoked the jealousy still simmering inside me. She offered her hand, her gaze steady. "Hi, it's nice to meet you."
"Likewise." I forced a smile and took her hand, but what should have been a simple handshake turned into a silent clash of wills. Her grip tightened, firm, almost challenging, and I squeezed back with equal strength, refusing to let her think she could intimidate me. Her smirk deepened, as if daring me to flinch. We both held on, smiling with tense civility, until Alex cleared his throat, lookin
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