Marianna,
The incident left a scar on everyone involved. Seraphina, who had planned to teach me a sharp lesson that night, ended up fleeing early in a storm of humiliation.
Her dramatic exit still replayed in my mind like a poorly rehearsed theater performance gone wrong.
Shockingly, her father chose to stay behind, lingering with a calculated calm that made my skin crawl. What game was the old man playing?
Xavier and I barely exchanged words afterward. The ruined gathering hung heavy in the air like smoke from a dying fire.
A few guests whispered among themselves, their eyes darting between us with barely concealed curiosity before they made polite excuses and slipped away earlier than expected.
The whole evening had spiraled into chaos, and I almost laughed at how quickly these hi
