Polly’s boots struck the concrete with a hollow, accusing rhythm, echoing down the long corridor like each step carried the weight of her recklessness. She rounded the corner and froze. Ahead, Bella Rose stood with the two security officers, Ryder and Wren flanking her like guardians, their shoulders squared, eyes narrowed and locked on the girl as if daring her to make another move. The sight should have made Polly feel invincible—her name, her scandal, about to spill—but instead, it hit ...