Chapter 92

I

stand behind the counter of my shop, a wave of pride washes over me.

Just a month in, and customers were already trickling through the door, each one a reminder that I am building something meaningful.

I can feel the warmth of my accomplishment, the promise of a fresh start.

My encounter with Ruine still lingers in my mind. I am still surprised, I didn't have a melt down right there, Infront of him. But I am proud that I held my head up high while I was trembling within.

The bell above the door jingles, and my heart sinks as I look up to see Ciara strutting in like she owns the place.

“Well, well, look at you, Casma. Nice little shop you’ve got here,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I can see the smug satisfaction in her eyes, and for a moment, I feel the familiar anger bubbling inside me.

She always had a way of getting under my skin, but I refuse to give her the satisfaction of a reaction.

“Thanks, Ciara. I’m really proud of what I’ve built,” I reply, forcing a smile. I