Savannah’s POV
The phone rang just as I was about to pour myself a glass of wine, the kind of wine only reserved for celebrations. Maybe because I had every intention of toasting to Aria’s downfall. The bitch had been far too comfortable lately, flaunting herself as though she was untouchable.
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