Kira’s POV
The laughter and music echoed in my skull, each sound a sharp reminder that I didn’t belong here.
Reaching a group of elegantly dressed women, I bowed my head slightly and extended the tray, my heart hammering as I struggled to keep my grip steady.
One of the women—a blonde in a flowing red gown—reached for a glass, but as I adjusted my hold, the weight of the tray shifted unexpectedly. My fingers fumbled, and before I could stop it, the bottle of wine tipped—
Red liquid spilled across the woman’s expensive gown, staining the silk in deep, blood-red streaks.
For a moment, everything seemed to stop.
Then—
A sharp, stinging pain exploded across my cheek.
The force of the slap sent me stumbling back, my breath hitching as heat spread across my skin. My vision blurred with u
