Sireen’s POV

There’s not enough time to pretend like I wasn’t looking because Kristy has already seen me, and her stony glare only hardens the moment she realizes that I was staring at her and Enzo. She stares back at me for a few seconds, and it’s like it clicks in her head that she can gain some upper power in this moment, because she turns to Enzo and flashes him the brightest, flirtiest smile.

I fight the urge to roll my eyes at the instant change in behavior, and turn to the field below us.

“Can they start this debacle already?” I ask no one in particular, but Camille...