~LAUREN’S POV~

The resort’s private dining room was breathtaking—vaulted ceilings, chandeliers sparkling like constellations, and an oak table dressed as if for royalty.

But all I could feel was the pressure pulling tighter with every glance thrown my way.

I took my seat near the middle, where I could feel the weight of everyone’s attention without making it obvious. Across from me, Lilac and Fatimah exchanged smirks like they had some private joke at my expense.

Rosette sat at the head of the table, perfectly poised, her wine glass in hand like a queen surveying her court.

Malcolm was two seats away, barely acknowledging me, but I caught him sneaking...