Elara's POV
"Miss Popular strikes again," Chloe fumed, showing me her phone screen with Vivienne's latest social media update. "Four thousand likes in twenty minutes! For what? Standing next to a fancy car?"
I glanced at the photo—Vivienne leaning against Damien's newest sports car, her smile radiant under the sunlight. Damien stood beside her, his hand casually resting on her waist. They looked perfect together.
"And look at the comments," Chloe continued, scrolling down. "Even Crawford from legal is drooling over her. Isn't he married with three kids?"
I shrugged, turning my attention back to my laptop. "That's just how it's always been with Vivienne."
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone falls for her charm." I kept my voice steady, not wanting to reveal how much it still hurt. "It started when we were children. Our parents, our teachers, even our grandparents. Vivienne was always the favorite."
Chloe set her phone down, her eyes softening. "That must have been tough."