The words felt like a slap. Niklaus was basically paying Jonas off for their past, reminding everyone that Freya was now his property.
"I... I need to use the restroom," Freya choked out. She couldn't breathe under the weight of their stares.
She pulled away from Niklaus, and this time, he let her go. She fled the hall, feeling his cold gaze on her back the whole way.
Inside the restroom, Freya locked herself in a stall and leaned against the door, her breath hitching. Every time she saw Jonas, the shame of that night three years ago came rushing back.
Suddenly, the restroom door swung open. Two women walked in, their voices sharp and nasty.
"Did you see her? Freya really has some nerve showing up here," one sneered.
"Right? " the other girl added. "She didn't marry Nik
