Arlene

“Dad, I need to visit the restroom,” I said, trying to excuse myself from the dance floor. Though I masked it well, my mind was entirely occupied with Cole’s unexpected presence.

I had caught a glimpse of him and Mirela talking while I danced with Liam. Though he wasn’t looking at me at that moment, I could feel his gaze on me the entire night.

That alone confirmed my suspicion—my stepmother had invited Cole, likely hoping to stir up trouble.

I had been waiting for whatever scene she intended to create, but the anticipation was beginning to wear on me.

What was Mirela planning this time? A sinking feeling...