This was impossible.
Emily Zane stood frozen in place, eyes wide, the smile on her face stiffening as though it had been carved there by force. For several seconds, she didn’t even blink. Her mind simply refused to process what she had just seen.
“They… they actually went in,” one of her friends whispered, disbelief thick in her voice.
“You said they were nobodies,” the other added, staring at the entrance. “Then why didn’t the hostess stop them?”
Both women looked as though reality had just slapped them across the face.
Moments ago, they had been laughing—mocking Sarah Lacy and her family for supposedly coming here just to take photos and pretend online. And now? The joke had turned back on them with brutal speed.
Before Emily Zane could recover, a soft chuckle drifted out from insi
