Nasya' s POV
"So it's you." Sylvie's voice cut through the lobby, her fingers curling possessively around Zayn's arm in a gesture that spoke volumes about their relationship status. The way her lips twisted into that perfectly practiced smirk - equal parts condescension and amusement - made my stomach clench with immediate discomfort. She might as well have hung a "Property of Sylvie" sign around Zayn's neck with how blatantly she was marking her territory. "The very same third wheel who made that dramatic entrance at my engagement party, and now here you are again, still clinging desperately to Zayn like some persistent barnacle. Tell me, what exactly are you doing here, you homewrecking shameless nuisance?"
