Ashley had once been her college acquaintance, a woman who always admired her life a little too closely, and now that admiration had turned into something far more destructive.
A knock on the window pulled her back, and there he stood, Gregory Hale, dressed in a perfect suit with a confident smile that now felt like a mask.
Beside him stood Ashley, wearing an elegant dress and heels that clicked against the wet pavement with calculated confidence.
“Are we going in?” Gregory asked politely, though his tone carried impatience beneath the surface.
