Thalia stepped out of the car, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement as her gaze locked on the woman standing in her way.

Yulia. Again.

“What’s this nonsense?” Thalia’s voice was low, her presence irritated her.

“What does it look like?” Yulia shot back with a bitter smirk, her sharp eyes glittering. “You’ve grown so full of yourself, haven’t you? Paris’s newest model of the year…”

“I don’t have time for your theatrics.” ...