Alina's POV.
The night kept moving.
Slowly. Uncomfortably. Like walking on thin ice.
I didn’t say anything to anyone, not to Edrick, not to Anna, not to Hannah who waved at me from across the room. My smile stayed glued on, fake and stiff. But my eyes… They kept drifting.
Again and again.
To the table just across from ours.
Aria sat there with Jason beside her, looking like the picture of elegance and innocence. She laughed softly at something a woman said. She clinked her glass gently against someone else’s. She leaned toward Jason and whispered something, and he smiled back at her like they were some sweet, soft couple.
It made no sense.
Nothing about her being calm made sense.
I kept waiting for the mask to slip. For the dagger to appear. For her to snap, sneer, insult, explode
