Katelyn’s POV

The moment Nancy arrived, the atmosphere shifted. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, her sleek black dress rustling faintly as she made her way through the crowd. The guests naturally stepped aside for her, their whispers growing quieter as she approached. She didn’t even glance at Scarlett at first—her eyes landed directly on me.

“What’s going on?” she asked, calm but firm.

Scarlett wasted no time. “She snuck in!” she blurted, pointing at me as if ...