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Stacy POV
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I was already inside the party before anything happened.
No one recognized me.
That was the point.
My hair was different, carefully styled in a way that made me look like someone else entirely. I held a glass in my hand just to blend in, just to make sure I didn’t stand out in a place full of people who would question why I was there.
But I wasn’t there to be seen.
I was there to watch.
And I did.
I saw everything.
I saw Katrina moving through the crowd like she owned the room. Smiling, laughing, acting like the world revolved around her. People followed her with their eyes like she was something important.
Like she had always been the center.
Like I never existed.
Then I saw movement near the side of the hall.
My chest tightened slightly
