Amelia's POV
The house is quiet again, but my thoughts are anything but. Ryan had held me close after Elsa’s performance earlier, his steady warmth grounding me. He didn’t argue with me, not once. That alone meant everything. He knows the storms I’ve survived, the scars Lucas carved into my spirit, and he would never deliberately put me through that kind of betrayal again. Still, the memory of Elsa’s trembling lips and her carefully painted story churns inside me like a poison I refuse to swallow. Caroline, even hearing the name again makes my stomach knot.
I hated her. I always did. I remember the way she lingered too long near Ryan back when we were younger, eyes always following him, lips parting as if she could taste the idea of being his Luna. She made her feelings obvious, shameles
