Isla POV

The event kept moving on after Liam's speech, and I was on autopilot for the rest of it, my heart racing beneath my calm exterior. Every smile felt rehearsed. Every word tasted hollow. I just needed to get to the end.

I walked toward the projector, the USB drive warm in my palm. I handed it to the technician, my fingers steady despite the storm inside me. This was it. The moment I'd been waiting for.

"Do you want this played now?" he asked, keeping it close to his setup.

I smiled softly. "No. For the final event. I want everyone to be present for this."

He grinned,...