Kamrynn’s POV
The tension in the grand living room is thick as I keep glancing toward the entrance, trying to look like I’m just focused on the cushions, the vases, anything. But every time I look at the door, my heart races. Any minute now, the results should be here. I’ve waited the entire day for this, and it’s my one chance to confirm what Eloane’s really been up to.
As I reposition a vase for the third time, I feel a presence behind me. My stomach tightens before I even turn around. Eloane.
She narrows her eyes at me, crossing her arms. “What exactly are you doing, Kamrynn?” she asks, her tone sweet but laced with venom. “It’s almost like you’re… waiting for something.”
I keep my focus on the vase, ignoring her as best I can. “Just doing my chores, Eloane,” I respond as evenly as
