Meanwhile, on the open balcony, Winter leaned against the railing, her gaze fixed on the glittering cityscape. Yet her mind was far from still, caught in the whirlwind of Diana's desperate request.
"What if this is all part of her plan? Can I really trust her?"
The question echoed in her thoughts, over and over. No matter how earnestly Diana had begged for a meeting, something didn't sit right with Winter. Her heart wasn't convinced.
Diana had even pushed her—pressing for the truth Winter herself had been chasing. And that one statement, so pointed and deliberate, was enough to stir everything Winter thought she had buried.
Still, even with that clarity, hesitation lingered.
Dianna's past wasn't exactly a foundation of trust. And after losing Sylvester's support, it wasn't far-fetched to believe she was only seeking an advantage—using her vulnerability to get what she wanted.
