Elena’s POV:
The moment Adrian stepped down from the podium, I turned to Rachael, my grip on her wrist tight.
“Let’s go.” My voice was barely above a whisper, but she heard me.
She didn’t ask questions. Didn’t hesitate.
She simply nodded and pulled me away, weaving through the bodies before anyone could notice us.
But we weren’t fast enough.
We had already been noticed, I could feel their stares as we walked away.
I had locked eyes with a few people before I could stop myself, and though their lips remained sealed, their gazes said everything.
They knew something was wrong.
And worse, they pitied me.
Rachael squeezed my hand tighter, relieving the pressure piled up within me. She pulled me away fast but gently.
She didn’t stop until we were safely inside her hou
