Isabella crossed her arms, tilting her head as she watched the two women embrace. "And… who is this?" she asked, her tone flat.
The newly arrived woman, Shelia, turned sharply, her lips pressing together as if Isabella had just insulted her entire bloodline. "Excuse me?"
Ophelia immediately pulled back, sensing the tension. "Oh! No, no, Shelia, don't misunderstand. This is Isabella—she helped me."
Shelia didn't seem convinced. "With that tone? It sounded like she was ready to go feral on me.
Ophelia laughed nervously. "She just talks like that. You get used to it. Let me explain what happened."
And so, Ophelia recounted the entire humiliating scene—how she had begged for a man who clearly didn't want her, how Isabella had swooped in like an unexpected savior, how she had effortlessly turned the tables on the arrogant fool.
