Chapter 128: The Ripple of Power
The air outside the party was fresher, a cold wind sliced through Mita's perfectly curated composure.
Her heels clicked against the stone steps, each step felt like it was going to crack.
She clutched her phone, re-reading the headline as if staring at it long enough could somehow erase it.
"How dare she," Mita hissed to herself, her breath fogged in the cold night air.
Her perfectly painted nails curled into fists.
"She thinks she can humiliate me? She thinks she's untouchable?"
Behind her, Sana stepped out, with a drink still in hand.
She had seen Mita storm off and followed, impossible to resist the temptation to tease her.
"Rough night?" Sana's voice was gentle, but there was something in her eyes—she knew exactly what had set Mita off.
"Don't start," Mita rolled her eyes.
Sana chuckled, taking a sip from her glass.
