I almost froze. She had to be his fiance. I quickly gathered myself and moved further in, settling behind her. Her gaze followed me, but thankfully, after a long stare, she turned away. I let out a quiet breath of relief, squeaking out the floor I wanted to go on, my eyes trained on the girl. She was pretty, dressed in a red jumpsuit, the shade perfectly matching her hair. But I was definitely prettier than her. And I hated the thought as soon as it slipped into my mind.
God, what was wrong with me? Since when did I start viewing women as competition? And that too, someone's fiance? She was the one who was going to spend the rest of her life with him. Good luck to her for that. Me? I was just a random girl he was attracted to. He only wanted to sleep with me, nothing else. I wasn't going
