Chapter 39:

The car stopped briefly in Clara's clothing plaza, Arya pushed it open, here goes nothing, she was going to go in there, and damn, she would surely come out victorious, because she was a fucking queen.

Devon came out of the car, leaning against the car, while twitching his lips at her. "Arya, you can do it. I will pick you up later, okay?"

She nodded, taking a deep breath, he gave her a brief nod, before he got into the black SUV, driving out, leaving her to face her fears.

As soon as she pushed the door open, the bell dinged, this was it. She was going in, and lord bless all her efforts.

She couldn't sight Wanda because the plaza was just too big, different employee trailing around, she swore she saw a brunette that looked exactly like her friend.

She rammed her knuckles together, until it turned red, when she was little, she always did that, whenever she was nervous, she figured if she did that, no one would spare her the glance and holy shit. It always worked.

But, not today.

"Arya