Her heart skipped a beat as her gaze locked on the wall of photographs, and there she was—the same brunette she had seen with Zack a few months ago. The woman's radiant smile was captured in every frame, exuding confidence and elegance, her presence impossible to ignore.
Nia's breath hitched. It's her.
The memory of that day came rushing back, vivid and unrelenting. The fancy restaurant, the clash with her sister, and then the unmistakable sight of Zack with that woman, laughing and seemingly at ease. She had tried to push the image from her mind, dismissing it as irrelevant. But now, standing here in a place that seemed to celebrate the brunette's accomplishments, unease twisted in her chest.
Why would Zack bring me here?
Her stomach churned as doubt clawed its way to the surface.
Was this some kind of twisted joke? A careless oversight?
