Astrid stepped out of her sleek, black Lamborghini Aventador, a gift from her grandfather.
She was still too irritated by Julian and had thought of coming to spend her remaining days with Maren.
She slammed the door shut and walked towards Maren's studio, her heels clicking on the pavement.
As she entered the building, all eyes turned to her. She didn't miss the gazes and murmur.
Ever since her grandfather introduced her, everyone had gotten to know her.
Astrid didn't respond, her eyes scanning the beauty of the building until they landed on a familiar face. Nadine, her step-sister, stood frozen, staring at Astrid.
She was trying to be sure that the person before her was truly Astrid.
"Astrid?" Nadine called out again, her voice trembling slightly.
Astrid's expression remained calm, but her eyes narrowed slightly. "Sorry, but do I know you?" she retorted, in a sarcastic way.
