Leila's POV
The deck was chaos.
Phones were everywhere, flashes blinding me as seafood dripped down my dress. My skin burned hotter than the champagne bubbles fizzing in the air, and my heart thundered in my chest. All around me, guests whispered, laughed, recorded. Alexis stood smugly, her lips twisted into that witchy smile, reveling in my humiliation.
Then came the sharp, echoing sound of heels. Slow. Intentional. Commanding.
Julia.
She cut through the murmurs like a queen striding onto a battlefield. Perfectly polished, head held high, her voice was cool, sharp enough to slice diamonds.
"Well," Julia drawled, clapping her hands once, eyes sweeping the stunned crowd. "If anyone thought our annual yacht cruise needed a headline this year.” she paused, gaze flicking between Alexis
