Elina’s POV

The grass squished under my heels, soft and traitorous, and I clung to Isaac’s arm tighter as that big shot’s voice rang in my ears.

“Waddle like that all day, you might as well change into a ball boy uniform.” His buddies snickered, their champagne flutes glinting in the sun, and my cheeks burned hot.

I forced a laugh, thin and shaky, but it was like swallowing glass. My dress hugged me too tight, and the six-inch stilettos wobbled with every ...