SOPHIA’S POV
Tiffany was the next person to turn back.
Her face had changed completely. First it went pale, like all the blood had drained out of it. Then it flushed red.
She looked angry, her hands clenching tightly in her lap. I noticed her fingers digging into her skin until her knuckles turned white. I could see her jaw moving as she leaned closer to Damien and whispered something in his ear.
Whatever she said Damien didn’t answer her. He didn’t even turn his head. He just sat stiff and straight. His eyes stayed fixed forward, but I knew he wasn’t really looking at the stage anymore.
Tiffany slowly turned around in her seat then her eyes locked onto mine.
There was no attempt to hide it this time. There was no fake smile. No polite mask. In her eyes, I saw raw hatre
