Sophia’s P.O.V

The music cut off so suddenly that it felt like my ears were still ringing with the echoes of a beat that no longer existed. The laughter, the clinking glasses, the hushed conversations—all of it vanished into a haunting silence as a single, agonizing scream pierced through the crowd.

I froze. My champagne glass slipped from my hand and shattered at my feet, but I barely registered the sound. All I could see was Gabriella, crumpled on the floor in the center ...