Isla’s POV
I stepped into the hallway, the soft glow of the chandeliers above catching the shimmer of Sienna’s dress as she walked behind me. Music swelled, a smooth, luxurious undertone that tried to mask the tension coiling in my chest. The sound of clinking cutlery and polite chatter floated past, but I barely noticed. My eyes scanned the edges of the room, my mind entirely fixed on one person—Zayne.
Through the throng of guests, I spotted Sienna, graceful and radiant, moving back into the room as if nothing had happened. Her smile was tight, professional, but her eyes flicked toward me for a moment. A quiet signal, a reassurance. I nodded subtly and moved on, ignoring the music, the laughter, the lights.
Rico and Teo were engaged in conversation near one of the buffet tables. I move
