Nathan's POV
Mariam reached into the golden box, her fingers swirling around like she was searching for fate itself.
I didn't even realize I was holding my breath until she finally pulled out a slip of paper.
She opened it slowly, then grinned wider.
"And her partner is…" she sang, drawing out the moment.
My heart thudded violently in my chest.
"Callum Beckham."
The room exploded.
Whistles, laughter, gasps—every reaction collided at once.
My heart… sank.
It didn't crack.
It dropped.
Like someone had just ripped it out of my chest and stomped on it right there in front of everyone.
But I didn't flinch.
No emotion.
I kept my expression hard.
Blank.
Like it meant nothing.
But inside, I was drowning.
I looked up just in time to see Hailee on her feet, cheeks flushed, trying to play it off with a shy laugh.
Callum stepped forward without hesitation, the cocky smirk on his lips already pissing me off.
He didn't just walk up to her.
