Sophia’s P.O.V

I saw it happen before it even fully registered—Gabriella stiffened mid-stride, like someone had just slapped her across the face with a truth she didn’t want to hear. Her heels stopped clicking against the floor, and she turned slowly, that familiar icy sneer creeping up her face like a well-rehearsed play. Her eyes met mine with venom.

“What are you even talking about, Sophia?” she scoffed, her voice thick with mockery. “Still stuck in your little ...