Camilla had changed out of her dress, but still had her ‘Elle Rivera’ makeup on. She stepped out of the backstage and spotted Cyrus talking with Kaitlyn. She froze, startled.

As if noticing her presence, Cyrus lifted his gaze and they fell on her. His expression was neutral. He was neither angry nor happy.

But beneath that calm, his chest burned—a mess of betrayal and pride warring inside him, his heart caught somewhere between wanting to storm away and wanting to pull her close.

Camilla recovered and forced a smile, despite the panic in her chest. But Cyrus looked away real quick, not acknowledging her.

The way his eyes slid...