Georgiana stumbled into her room, her heart racing after the scene she had just witnessed outside. She felt a surge of anger and irritation, her emotions bubbling over as she hurried to the bathroom, desperate to avoid waking Maya, who was still asleep. Once inside, she leaned against the sink, hands gripping the marble as she gazed into the mirror.
The reflection staring back at her was one of confusion and frustration. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. Why was she feeling this way? She furrowed her brow, her mind replaying the image of Arthur and that other woman. Why should she care? They had nothing in between them and here she was jealous.
“Get a grip,” she whispered to herself, as if the mere act of speaking could ground her. She needed to let it go. she wasn't in love wi
