Camila clenched her fists, trying to mask the seething jealousy that threatened to consume her as she watched Scilla saunter into the room, her every movement exuding confidence and grace.
The way Scilla's glossy hair cascaded down her back in perfect waves, and her face radiated with a natural glow. As a ballet dancer, she knew how much makeup one has put on. She could say that Meirah applied very little makeup. It was impossible for Camila to ignore the pang of envy that twisted in her gut, knowing that it was Lucian who took her and got her transformed into such a stunning lady.
As Scilla stood beside her, Camila forced herself to wear a polite smile, masking the bitterness that festered beneath the surface. She had to maintain the facade, even though every fiber of her being screamed
