Rowan’s POV

The moment I stepped into the school auditorium, I could feel something was off. The chatter of parents, the clinking of glasses, and the high-pitched giggles of girls filled the air. Cindy held my arm tightly, leading me through the crowd. Her smirk told me she was enjoying this little charade far too much.

"You seem tense, Mr. Chandler," Cindy whispered, her voice dripping with amusement. "Aren't you used to the attention?"

I glanced around, trying to focus on the task at hand. Bret had already hacked into the school’s CCTV system, feeding me real-time footage from the camera feeds. But something wasn’t right. There were too many...