The elevator doors slid shut behind her with a quiet ding , sealing Monica off from the penthouse and the seething humiliation boiling in her chest.
Her hands trembled at her sides, still itching from where Ariel had yanked at her hair. She could still feel Chase’s rejection pulsing through her arm like a cold slap. Her eyes, smeared slightly from her fake tears, stared at her reflection in the mirrored walls of the elevator. The royal blue dress that once made her feel powerful now felt ridiculous—like a costume. Like she was playing a part and everyone saw through her.
But they wouldn’t see through her next time.
She sucked in a breath, her chest tightening with fury.
“Stupid little Ariel,” she muttered under her breath, brushing a hand through her tangled curls. “Still playing h
