Zane
I should've gone with Mia. That was my first mistake.
The crowd in the ballroom had scattered in a dozen directions, whispers cutting through the music like knives.
Callum vanished from my side before I could even ask the guy if he was okay, Liora leaving just as quick.
The Silverthorne name. The rejection. The absolute mess of it all.
I’d lost sight of both Liora and Mia somewhere between the standing ovation and the emotional detonation that followed. One second, she was on that stage—powerful, untouchable—and the next, she was gone. Like smoke. Or a mirage I’d been dumb enough to chase.
Meanwhile, the ballroom had turned into a gossip-infested swamp. Everyone was whispering. Speculating. Choking on her name like it was too fancy for their tongues.
Silverthorne.
Silver-fre
