Raisel's POV
The car launch exhibition was a massive success. The presale numbers shattered records, marking a historic moment in the industry.
The energy at the afterparty buzzed with celebration—music, laughter, and endless congratulations. People kept telling me how inspired they were by my work. I smiled, nodded, accepted their praise, but my eyes kept drifting.
Soren and Iris. Hand in hand.
I stood next to Joshua, who was effortlessly charming as he engaged in conversation. I tried to stay focused, to be polite, but the weight of his arm around my waist made my skin crawl.
“Come on, Luna, this way.” Joshua’s voice was smooth, sweet—too sweet. His touch lingered, possessive. I swallowed the discomfort and endured it.
“Raisel!”
Hazel’s voice sliced through the noise, and relief
