Daciana’s Point of View:
The crowd’s cheers and applause still echoed in my ears as I stared at the message in the sky.
*Welcome Back, Daciana. Always, Be Mine.*
The fireworks shimmered, the words suspended in the air like a promise—or a threat. My heart pounded in my chest, an erratic rhythm of disbelief, anger, and something far too dangerous to name. Alexander. It had to be him.
I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing a tight smile as people around me cooed and whispered about the grand gesture. A few fans approached me, their eyes alight with curiosity.
"Star! That was amazing! Who planned the fireworks? Was it for you?"
"Do you know who it could be?" another asked, leaning in conspiratorially.
I shook my head with practiced ease, the perfect mask of surprise on my
