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CHAPTER 115
~Zara's POV~
Turning, I found myself face-to-face with Zoe, her lips twisted into a smirk. Instantly, anger surged within me. Of all people, it had to be her.
"It's mine," she stated more clearly now and even in the most infuriatingly annoying voice ever.
"Back off, Zoe," I said calmly, keeping my hold on the dress.
Zoe's expression darkened as she tugged at the fabric. "You really don't know your place, do you, Zara? Acting all high and mighty—"
Before she could finish, Aira appeared by my side, glaring at Zoe with fierce protectiveness. "Excuse me? Who do you think you're talking to?"
Zoe looked at her dismissively. "I don't care who you are. This is between me and her."
Aira's expression hardened, and I could feel her preparing to give Zoe a piece of her mind. But before she could, I held up a hand, signaling her to stop.
