Seraphina's Point Of View
Kara's face twisted instantly, all shock hardening into an ugly, defensive scowl that crinkled her heavy foundation. Her pink acrylic nails dug deeper into Adrian's sleeve, knuckles turning a sickly, pale shade. I watched the transformation with a strange detachment, as if observing a stranger rather than someone who had once been my closest confidante.
Adrian shifted on his feet, chest puffing out as his face flushed a deeper, guilt-ridden red under the bright lobby lights. The color crept from his collar to his hairline, betraying the panic he tried to mask with authority. His carefully constructed composure was crumbling, and everyone could see it.
