Scarlett's Pov
I could feel my patience hanging by a thread. The nausea churned persistently in my stomach, making it harder to focus on anything other than the overwhelming urge to just get up and leave.
The music and chatter around me now felt like static grating against my nerves, and every smile I forced felt like it was pulling something out of me I didn’t have to give, so I stopped trying altogether. If people thought I was rude or unhappy, then so be it.
As I sat stiffly at our table, picking at the untouched slice of cake in front of me, I spotted Sebastian across the room, chatting with a woman I didn’t recognize.
He seemed completely at ease, his charming smile lighting up his face as he spoke. I hated how effortless it was for him to blend in. It was maddening.
Finally, a
