When they arrived at the venue, all eyes were on their group and Claire felt her heart drop to her stomach. She had never been stared at so intensely by so many people at once in her entire life and she had underestimated how much it would affect her.
Alex reached out and squeezed her hand, sensing her nervousness, but Tim hissed under his breath that holding hands in public wasn't appropriate so he reluctantly dropped it. How was holding hands not appropriate? It was the most basic, normalized PDA in the world.
The rest of the Harringtons noticed them come in and Claire took a sadistic bit of pleasure watching Isabella's face turn purple with barely suppressed rage at the sight of her not wearing that embarrassing sequined dress. Feeling spiteful, she shot her half-sister a wink to let her know that she had caught onto her plan from the beginning.
