Scars Of A Broken Bond

She hadn’t anticipated that even after all this time, he could still unsettle her so effortlessly.

How she wished she could wipe away every memory of their shared past, pretending as though he were a stranger to her.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Finally, someone broke the silence, exclaiming, “Lance, you truly returned? I thought it was just a rumor!”

“Lance! When did you get back?”

“Grab a seat over here!”

woman’s voice echoed from the doorway.

Lance. Naturally, he’ll

emerged next to Lance, gazing up

impeccable, her ears adorned with oversized hoops, a glitzy necklace draped around her neck, and cascading wavy hair. Draped in a lavish

at the two of them, and

shot mischievous glances Bettie’s

without waiting for Lance’s response, scanned

as she greeted, “Bettie, you actually made it? I expected you to skip

by side, radiating beauty, but all eyes seemed magnetically drawn

beauty might have been evenly matched. However, Bettie’s expertise as a makeup artist allowed her to highlight her best features, making