Layla's POV
The room's tension had not disappeared after my clash with Grace. Whispers still floated through the crowd as people tried to act like they weren't staring, but their eyes kept sliding toward me and Orion.
Grace stood a few feet away from me, outraged, her smile overtightened and insincere. I could feel her anger all the way across the room.
I knew this was not over. Grace never let anything go without a fight, and tonight, I was ready for her.
There were designers, critics, and even reporters, the people whose perceptions shaped the industry. Everything was being documented, It was exactly what I wanted.
Eventually, Grace found her way back to my side like nothing had occurred before. She sweetly greeted Orion and her eyes flicked to me with jagged edges, but
