Freya

I watched the entire shitshow unfold from the side of the ballroom, arms crossed, a cold little smile playing on my lips.

Helene really just dropped to one knee in front of everyone and proposed to Dylan like this was some fucking romance movie. The dramatic speech, the tears in her voice, the giant ring — she went all out. The crowd was eating it up, clapping and cheering like she’d just announced world peace.

Pathetic.

I tilted my head slightly, studying Dylan’s face. He looked stunned. Uncomfortable. Like a deer caught in headlights. Poor guy didn’t know whether to smile or run.

‘Look at her,’I thought, amused. ‘Still...