Gabriella’s P.O.V

I spun around, heart thundering in my chest, and froze mid-breath when I saw him—Tristan. And right beside him, of all people, was Sophia. Standing there like the finale of some sick joke, both of them at the end of the stage like they belonged. Like they were invited.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped before I could stop myself, my voice slicing through the air sharper than I intended. My blood had gone ice-cold, fingers trembling around the ...