Savannah had seen this kind of scenario play out in countless dramas—the humiliated protagonist shoved into the pool while the crowd roared with laughter. A cruel, clichéd moment meant to demean and embarrass. But this wasn’t a scripted show, and she sure as hell wasn’t some damsel waiting to be ridiculed.
She surfaced, water streaming down her face as she slicked her red hair back, her sharp gaze locking onto Clover, who stood at the pool’s edge with a smug, triumphant sneer.
Savannah’s stomach tightened when she spotted Theo striding toward her, his expression thunderous, his gaze flickering with something dark and territorial. Then, realization struck—her outfit. Damn.
She was practically half-naked in that scandalous bikini, clinging to her curves in ways she had not accounted for.
