As soon as the car drove off, Aria was left standing there, confusion burning fiercely in her chest. She stared at the empty road, her eyes fixed on the spot where the vehicle had disappeared, as if it might somehow return with answers.Unbidden, Mrs. Brett’s words echoed in her mind—every sentence, every warning she had spoken earlier. No matter how hard Aria tried, she couldn’t understand them. What did Mrs. Brett mean when she said Olga was pretending to be someone she was not? And how could she claim that Olga didn’t love her the way Aria believed she did?Aria pressed her lips together, trying to reason it all out, but the pieces refused to fit. No matter how many times she replayed the conversation in her head, she found no logical way to connect the dots. All it did was leave her more unsettled than before.She knew—deep in her heart—that Olga loved her. She was certain of it. After everything that had happened that day—the humiliation, the whispered accusations, and all that h