Tania's face turned pale, her lips trembling as she struggled to find her voice.
She quickly stepped off the stage, watching as Theodora received her award.
The one presenting the award was Winston.
Standing in front of Theodora, Winston handed her the trophy, his gaze soft and focused. "Congratulations."
"Thank you." Theodora smiled.
Winston's lips curled into a slight smile as well. He understood that Theodora wasn't just thanking him for the trophy—she was also referring to the surveillance footage.
Tania sat beside Chez, looking utterly defeated. "Chez, let's go home."
She spoke, but got no response. Turning to look at him, she realized that Chez had been staring at Theodora the entire time.
Tania's expression darkened further. Her nails dug into her palm as tears suddenly well
