Nala
Xander and I finished getting ready and made our way to the dinner party. It was a private gathering, just us, our guests from Willowbridge, Ronan, and Eli. No outsiders were invited—it was meant to be an intimate affair, though the air was thick with unspoken tension.
As we approached the door, I took a deep breath, steadying myself for what lay ahead. With a final glance at Xander, I walked in, my heart calm but prepared for whatever reactions might come.
The moment we stepped inside, I could feel eyes on me. My gaze immediately went to where the guests were seated.
Trisha, my aunt, nearly gasped—her eyes widening in shock as if she’d just seen a ghost. Kayla frowned, clearly wanting to say something, but it seemed her father, had stopped her with a subtle look or gesture.
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