Chapter: 949

She wouldn't need to worry about makeup, as she didn't wear any, and she'd have to remove her skincare products later anyway. The splash of water might also help her feel more alert.

While she washed her face, the sharp clack of high heels echoed behind her.

Someone else had come into the restroom.

Aimee didn't mind it; high heels in a women's restroom were a common sound.

After she had washed her face and looked into the mirror, Aimee noticed the woman from the table-the one who had seemed downcast—standing right behind her.

Surprised, Aimee turned and offered a friendly smile. "Hi there."

The woman's response was blunt. “You're marrying Nikolas?"

Aimee froze for a moment, her heart racing. She sensed something was wrong. "Yes. Why do you ask?"

The woman let out a harsh laugh. "I can't believe it. When we were together, Nikolas told me he never planned to marry. He said I shouldn't wait for him. And just two years passed; he's getting engaged?"

Another ex of Nikolas’.

Aimee took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "People change. It happens."

She hadn't expected to marry Nikolas either.

“Change?” the woman scoffed, crossing her arms. Her laugh was harsh and incredulous. "Do you think I'm just another one of Nikolas’ exes, someone he used and left behind?"

“Are you not?"

“We had been together for close to three years."

Aimee stood there, speechless.

“Through all his countless affairs, his friends still acknowledged me as his girlfriend during those years."

The woman spoke with confidence, but Aimee was not one to be easily intimidated.

Although she disliked confrontations, she was far from being a pushover.

“Correct me if I'm wrong, but the man you were with earlier-is he your boyfriend now? Or... just a casual thing?"

The color drained from the woman's face. "I'm not in love with him! He's the one chasing after me! I came here today because I thought Nikolas might show up."

“Well, having something is better than nothing, right?" Aimee chuckled. "Now I see why Nikolas never committed to you."

Aimee had a talent for delivering stinging remarks without sounding harsh, hitting precisely where it would hurt most.

The woman blushed furiously, clearly outmatched.