Sabrina looked flawless, sitting on the sofa as if she owned the place. Her blond hair was pulled into an elegant bun, her folded lab coat rested neatly beside the armchair, and a faint smile lingered on her lips—cold, polished, porcelain-like.

She rose slowly, adjusted her skirt with delicate precision, and walked toward Zoe with the confidence of someone stepping onto familiar territory.

“Good evening, dear Zoe. How was your honeymoon? Did you enjoy your little fairy tale?”

“My personal life