_Thessaly's POV_
The briefcase opened like a treasure chest in a fairy tale, except this wasn't a fairy tale at all. This was my worst nightmare coming true in real time.
Money. Actual money. Stacks and stacks of it flying through the air like confetti at a wedding. But this wasn't a celebration, this was humiliation served on a silver platter with a side of public embarrassment.
I watched in horror as hundred-dollar bills scattered across the patio like autumn leaves in a windstorm. The paper bands holding some of the stacks together snapped under the pressure, and suddenly it was raining cash all around us. Green bills landed on guests' heads, their shoulders, and their expensive shoes. Some people ducked as if it were actual rain, while others stood there with their mouths ha
