Zain's POV
I steadied Carry, preventing her from losing balance. Following her pointing finger, I caught sight of Blanche and that Demetrius guy from earlier, sitting there in the shadows.
They'd claimed the VIP section—the exact seats Carry and I always occupied whenever I brought her to Joanna's performances.
'Demetrius must've been the one who secured that particular location.'
The thought crossed my mind as I watched them.
Right then, as the crowd's applause thundered around us, Demetrius whispered something close to Blanche's ear. A genuine smile crossed her face—something I rarely witnessed when she was with me.
From my vantage point nearby, I could see everything clearly.
Blanche never looked that relaxed around me. Her smiles were always forced, calculated to keep me satisfied.
