MIA'S POINT OF VIEW
I stared at myself in the mirror one last time. Perfect. Not too glamorous. Not too casual. Just right.
A soft cream sweater. Designer jeans. Minimal makeup. Hair pulled back in a simple ponytail. I looked approachable. Friendly. Like someone who'd changed. Grown. Matured.
Like someone who wasn't plotting to destroy the woman who stole everything from me.
I grabbed my purse and checked the contents. A small gift. Nothing extravagant. Just a tasteful bouquet of flowers and a card. The card had taken me an hour to write. Finding the perfect balance of apologetic and sincere without being too desperate.
My phone buzzed. A text from my assistant confirming that Elena was home. Alex was at the office. That this was the perfect time.
I took a deep breath and headed out.
The drive to the Reyes mansion felt longer than it actually was. My mind kept running through the script I'd practiced. What to say. How to act. The exact tone of voice to use.
