Kiara's gaze flickered for a moment, a subtle shift in her demeanor betraying a hint of vulnerability. She sighed softly, her facade momentarily faltering before she composed herself once more.
"You're perceptive, Ophelia," Kiara admitted, her voice carrying a note of resignation. "Yes, there is indeed history between Leonard and me. But as much as I'd like to say I've moved on completely, old wounds have a way of lingering."
Ophelia watched Kiara closely, her expression softening with empathy. Despite the tension between them, she couldn't ignore the pain etched in Kiara's features.
"I understand," Ophelia replied gently, her voice softened with compassion. "Letting go of the past is never easy, especially when it's intertwined with emotions as complex as love and loss."
Kiara chuckled at her words as if she found them funny: "There seems to be a misunderstanding, Your Grace."
