Diana’s POV

It had been weeks since I last saw Rose, but somehow she was everywhere.

Every time I opened social media, there she was smiling beside Luther Lombardi like some princess living a perfect life. Pictures of them leaving restaurants, attending parties, entering expensive cars.

I hated it.

I threw my phone on the bed and stood up from the chair near my window. My small apartment suddenly felt too hot for me to breathe properly.

Why did everything always work out for ...