“Well,” she said, her smile stretched thin and sharp. “If it isn’t the perfect Luna, hiding away while the real guests enjoy the event.”
I didn’t rise. “What do you want?”
She walked slowly toward me, heels clicking like warning signals. “You always do this,” she said with a fake sigh. “Act like you don’t care. But you do. You’re so desperate for Ethan’s love, even now, after everything.”
I looked at her evenly, my voice quiet. “I’m not desperate. You can have him all you want.”
She scoffed, crossing her arms. “Like I need your permission. You were never his first choice. Hell, you weren’t even a choice. You clung to him like a weed after I left years ago, thinking being Luna would make you worth something.”
My stomach twisted again, stronger this time. My knees buckled slightly as I stood. I didn’t understand what was happening to me—why my entire body felt like it was rejecting the air itself.
“Whatever game you’re playing, Farah,” I said through clenched teeth, “I’m done playing it with you.”