CASSANDRA'S POV~
The noise never stopped.
It buzzed in the air like static—grating, heavy, growing louder by the second. The sneers. The laughter behind hands. The glances that weren’t even subtle anymore.
My face was burning. I didn’t need a mirror to know I was flushed with humiliation. My heart pounded so hard against my chest it physically hurt. Every damn instinct in me was screaming—run, get out of here. Now.
But I didn’t. I stood there like an i***t, frozen, wide-eyed, taking it all in. Every cruel smirk. Every disgusted glare. Every whispered insult that wasn’t even trying to be quiet anymore.
“She looks like a maid that lost her way.”
“God, is that polyester?”
“Maybe she thought this was a charity event. Who brought her here?”
“Poor thing. Wait—no. Just poor.”
I swallowed
