I didn't say anything and just looked at Ariel. Her face, no bigger than a palm, had grown even thinner, and her eyes, once bright and clear when we first met, were now dull Her shoulders were hunched over, and even her white cashmere coat couldn't hide her frailness Before entering the café, I had carefully applied a bold red lipstick I had been in a good mood recently and was getting plenty of sleep, so I looked radiant and full of energy Somehow, it seemed like Ariel and I had switched roles She was now the miserable woman wasting away for love, and I was the detached observer who wouldn't be hurt as long as I didn't care.
"Ariel, why did you tell Damon that it was me who sent Lisa to find you?" I finally broke the silence.
"Eliana" Ariel hesitated, a trace of guilt flashed in her eyes as she looked away.
I knew it Underneath her pitiful appearance, she was full of schemes.
