Seraphina's POV
I groaned into my hands for the hundredth time, flopping back on my bed as if it could somehow erase the mortifying memory of my earlier confrontation with Electra.
The look on her face—equal parts annoyed and confused—played on an endless loop in my mind. What had I been thinking? Asking her who the red-haired girl was like it was my business? Like I had any right to care?
The frustration building inside me felt unbearable. Why had I let myself get so worked up over something so ridiculous? Electra had probably gone back to her table with Yuna and that girl, laughing off my stupidity.
I squeezed my eyes shut, groaning again as the thought twisted in my chest.
Unable to sit still, I pushed myself off the bed and walked over to the full-length mirror standing in the corner of my room. I needed a distraction—anything to pull me out of the spiral I was in.
