Olivia Martins
"Everyone, I want you to meet my mate, Olivia Martins."
A stunned silence fell across the clearing after Caspian’s words echoed into the air.
Then—
Gasps. Cheers. Applause.
Some clapped hesitantly, others with genuine excitement, while whispers fluttered like moths through the crowd. My heart hammered in my chest, my breath coming in shallow pulls as all eyes turned to me.
But I didn’t look at them.
I was too focused on the one face that didn’t cheer.
Bridget.
She stood a few paces behind the crowd, her face pale as bone, lips parted in disbelief. Her eyes were locked on me like she couldn’t make sense of what she was seeing. Like she didn't believe it was me.
Then she spoke, her voice sharp enough to slice through the noise. “No. No, it can’t be her.”
The crowd
