Elena burst into laughter the moment she heard the blonde woman's response. The sound echoed around the room, light but full of sarcasm.
Grace blinked, caught off guard. She turned to Stella, frowning. "What's wrong with your friend?" she asked, her tone laced with irritation. "Do I look or sound funny to her?"
Stella didn't reply. Her jaw tightened, her arms crossed. The way Grace casually called herself Victor's fiancée hit a nerve. Jealousy sparked within her—sharp and unexpected. She didn't want to admit it, but something about those words bothered her more than it should have.
Elena finally caught her breath and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. Her face still held a teasing smile.
"Umm… sorry, Mrs. Fiancée," she said, her voice light and sarcastic. "What's your name again?"
