Irina
The clinking of glasses and the soft melody of the orchestra accompany me as I return to Noah's side. He is still there, still like an anchor in the middle of a sea of faces and lights. Her broad shoulders and confident posture dominate the room, even if she doesn't do anything to attract attention. He looks like a king among subjects, and I can't look away.
But in my mind, the voices of the two girls continue to echo.
"He has never done this with Camila. With this one, however... It seems the exact opposite."
I cannot ignore what I have heard. Those words dug into me, leaving me confused, vulnerable, but also with an irresistible feeling of hope. What if Noah was really different with me? What if the way he looks at me has a meaning that even he is not willing to admit?
When I
