POV: Darius
The crowd was still buzzing, voices rising like restless waves after what they had just witnessed. I could still feel the anger in my chest — the image of Regina’s hand slapping Adriana replayed in my head like a movie over and over again.
I gave Caleb a quick look across the room. One signal was enough to put in in action. He immediately leaned to the announcer standing near the stage and whispered something in his ear.
Moments later, the announcer rushed on stage, tapping the microphone.
“Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your attention, please…” his voice echoed through the whole room as the noise slowly tuned down.
As everyone’s attention turned toward the stage, I felt movement beside me. Mama Florence and Marianne walked toward us, their faces warm but determined.
