"You look tired, Aria."
The voice was soft, deceptively sweet, yet it sent chills crawling down her spine. Aria's grip on the coffee mug tightened as she turned, her eyes narrowing at the figure leaning casually against her office door.
Selene Grey, draped in a designer dress that screamed elegance, smirked at her, a glint of malice shining through the pretense of concern.
"I don't recall asking for your opinion," Aria replied, her tone clipped as she forced herself to focus on the documents scattered across her desk.
Selene stepped into the office, her heels clicking against the floor like a countdown to disaster. "Oh, come now. No need to be so hostile. We're practically family now, aren't we? With Dante being so… attentive to you these days."
Aria stiffened, but she refused to give Selene the satisfaction of a reaction.
