Elena’s POV
The restaurant didn’t go silent at first. It hesitated. Like everyone needed half a second to process what they were seeing before the shock landed. Then Sara’s shriek split the air. “Are you insane?!” she screeched, scrambling backward. Her hands flew up too late, grasping at fabric that no longer existed. The dress had betrayed her completely. There was nothing to hide behind. Nothing to fix.
Every head turned. Some people stared openly. Others leaned in, whispering. A few didn’t even bother pretending to be discreet; their smiles said enough. Recognition spread through the room like wildfire. Sara’s face burned crimson.
“Unbelievable…this is unbelievable!” she snapped, fury barely containing panic. “What kind of place lets trash like you wander around?” She jabbed
