"I don't care. Figure out how you clean my suit yourself." Joe snapped, already done with me.
He turned away and walked straight back to Rebecca, as if I had already stopped existing in his world. He handed her the food with an easy smile, like nothing had happened.
The hall shifted again. The official start of the banquet was announced, and Cameron stepped onto the stage. The air grew heavier, more focused, like everyone was waiting for a signal.
Rebecca's eyes moved slowly across the room. When she found me, her lips curved into a small smile. It wasn't warm. It was sharp, like she was already placing me somewhere beneath her.
I held her gaze for a second, then looked away. The suit in my hand suddenly felt like a useless problem I didn't have energy for anymore.
Before I could decide what to do, Ashton appeared beside me.
He held a small gift box in his hand. His expression was cold, controlled, but there was tension under it.
