Julian looked like he couldn't handle the blow. He turned and hurried away from the room, his dignity shattered.
Shara, who had been glued to his side the whole night, tried to help him, but he fiercely shoved her aside.
She didn't look sad, though. Instead, she turned back to me with a venomous glare.
"Claire," she hissed, "if you're going to be this ungrateful toward Julian, don't blame me for making my move."
I let out a cold, sharp laugh. "Be my guest."
Shara stared at me, confused, as if she couldn't quite wrap her head around how much I had actually changed. But she didn't have time to dwell on it. She turned on her heel and scrambled to chase after Julian.
As soon as they disappeared, the curious eyes of everyone in the room shifted toward me and Philip.
I didn't feel like be
