AMIRA
Phoenix approached us with a tight expression, his lips pursed with evident anger. "Dad," he hissed at his father, the frustration evident in his tone, "what on earth are you doing here with her, of all people?"
Jared's fingers dug into my shoulders, his grip tightening with annoyance. "You specifically instructed me to attend this party," he retorted, his voice filled with irritation, "but conveniently failed to mention that I couldn't bring anyone along with me."
"She's my ex," Phoenix fired back sharply, his tone dripping with disdain. "How could you possibly think it's appropriate to bring her to my girlfriend's birthday dinner? Didn't it occur to you how uncomfortable that would make everyone?"
I couldn't help but speak up, addressing Phoenix directly as I observed Mia drawi
