Lily's POV:
Inevitably, Grayson and Brad greeted each other. Their conversation suggested they had met before, which didn't surprise me—the upper-class individuals in Neliorea consistently shared social circles, financial information, and celebrity girlfriends.
Oh, God, it felt like I had just insulted myself. I was momentarily chilled by this thought.
Fortunately, as the concert began, silence enveloped us, a clear indication of concert etiquette. I sat close to Grayson, conscious of Brad sitting on my other side. I deliberately avoided looking at him, which made my connection with Grayson appear even stronger.
Grayson always gave me confidence when I felt tense; his steady presence offered silent support. Although he wasn't officially my boyfriend yet, we both knew that time was on o
