-POV Derby
I was just about to close my laptop for the day when the incoming email alert chimed, breaking the quiet hum of my desk. The subject line read Vasquez Foundation Charity Gala – Special Invitation, but it was the sender’s name—Tamara Hayden—that made the breath catch violently in my throat.
I stared at the glowing text, my blood running cold at how beautifully crafted the trap was. Tamara didn’t write like a jealous fiancée; she wrote like a gracious patron, inviting me to watch her world firsthand, ensuring I knew that Jordan would be by her side as the star of the night while she personally placed me at the VIP table where every eye in high society could judge me.
The lack of any open hostility was precisely what made my skin crawl as I re-read the lines. By formatting it as
