"Ladies... please, calm down," Sidney said, stepping between Ava and Serena as Ava's hand was sharply brushed aside by Serena. Ava's gaze turned icy, narrowing her eyes as she focused on Sidney who was now holding her wrist. "Why did you have to bring her here yourself? Couldn't she find her own way? Or does she need my fiancé to escort her everywhere now?" The venom in Ava's voice cut through the air, her words dripping with suspicion and accusation.
Serena froze, the weight of those words sinking in. Her fiancé? Slowly, her gaze drifted to Sidney, whose eyes had already shifted toward her as he looked at her as if wanting to explain... Seriously? Did he think he could explain away everything? Nostalgia, trust—he'd been trying to use them as weapons to manipulate her, while already being in bed with the enemy? Quite literally possibly.