Sophia’s P.O.V

The moment I stepped into the ballroom, I felt it—that sting, that subtle prickle against my skin like a cold wind brushing over my bare shoulders. It wasn’t the temperature.

No, it was the atmosphere. The air was laced with judgment, and every eye that flicked in my direction held something unsaid. I stood there, trying to smile, but my eyes searched for my husband.

However, instead of finding Tristan alone…I wasn’t prepared for the shock of ...