*Aryanna*
While the day continued, the incessant whispers and gossiping mouths of every single coworker did not help. Eyes glanced my way, sizing me up, and everyone talked about “Darren Miller’s fiancée.” Normally I would have shrugged it off, but this felt different. It was like I was caged under glass with everyone watching, my every move under a microscope.
I finally decided I couldn’t take it anymore and slipped into Jim’s office, feigning calm. “I’d like to take a half-day,” I said. His gaze shifted, and the realization settled in. He didn’t see me as just “Aryanna Kyle” anymore. He saw a direct line to Darren Miller. He smiled wide.
“Of course, Miss Kyle,” he replied smoothly. “Do you need someone to drive you home?”
“No, thank you. I’ll manage,” I murmured, retreating to the door before he could offer more fake concern.