Glenda's POV
The party was still alive with energy when we left, but the atmosphere had shifted completely. The laughter felt razor-sharp now, hushed whispers carrying the kind of gossip that thrives on someone else's drama.
Ximena remained silent as we pushed through the crowd. Every head turned our way. Every pair of eyes tracked our movement.
Nobody had the courage to speak up now, not after witnessing how she had struck Kane, but their expressions revealed everything. Some looked impressed. Others seemed to be anticipating the next dramatic moment.
I felt the urge to tell each one of them to focus on their own lives.
Instead, I placed my hand gently on Ximena's arm and steered her toward the exit. "Let's go," I murmured softly.
"We've created quite enough drama for tonight."
She offered no resistance. Her complexion appeared ghostly under the porch lighting, and her gaze held that distant quality, as if she was still processing the events that had just unfolded.
