Dahlia's POV
The whispered conversations around us buzzed like angry wasps, every stolen glance loaded with judgment and barely concealed amusement. Lorena and I had become the evening's entertainment, and I could feel the weight of their stares burning into my skin.
I set down my fork with deliberate calm as Ivana and Chloe approached our table, their designer heels striking the marble floor in perfect rhythm. They moved like predators who had spotted wounded prey.
Ivana's eyes sparkled with malicious delight as she looked down at me. "Honestly, Dahlia, do you actually believe Soren is interested in you now that Cobb's out of the picture? He's just taking pity on you. If I had any self-respect, I wouldn't dare show my face in public after such humiliation."
