Hermia let out a soft laugh, her shoulders relaxing. There was something incredibly comforting about Jasmine's energy.
She couldn't explain it, but for the first time in a long while, she felt as though she'd found a real friend.
But as the two girls laughed and exchanged stories, not everyone shared Hermia's joy.
From across the room, Selena's gaze darkened, her fingers tightening around her champagne flute.
Mariela whispered something in her ear, and the two exchanged smug smiles. Somewhere in the distance,
Hermia's happiness sparked resentment and scheming among those who wished to see her fall.
Seconds later, A sharp, angry click of heels against the polished floor shattered the moment, drawing the room's attention.
Hermia turned toward the sound, already bracing herself as Selena stormed toward her, her expression a dangerous mix of fury and disdain.
