"Baby," Rayleigh murmured, stepping out of the room, her heart racing as she spotted her fiancée, Isabelle, striding toward her. Concern was etched across Isabelle's delicate features, her brow furrowed with worry.
"What happened?" Isabelle asked, gently cupping Rayleigh's face in her hands, grounding her with a touch that was both soothing and familiar.
Rayleigh sighed, her voice thick with confusion. "I don't know what to do with two women fighting," she admitted, her eyes darting back toward the closed door, the tension inside palpable even from the hallway.
Just then, a younger woman standing behind Isabelle chuckled softly, her demeanour surprisingly light amid the intensity of the situation. "I'll handle it," she said confidently, her tone laced with determination as she strode past them and into the room.
Rayleigh watched her go, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Who is she?" she asked, unsure if she recognised the newcomer.
