Miles’s POV
What the f**k is happening?
Bianca—on screen—with a man. And who the hell is playing this?
I stormed toward the projector and slammed the switch off. The screen went dark, but the damage was already done. Murmurs rippled through the crowd like wildfire. Whispers. Gasps. Judgement.
My eyes scanned the room, frantic, until they landed on her—Daphne—standing beside Reynold.
I moved fast.
“You shouldn’t be here, Daphne. You should be at home,” I said, my voice taut with worry, completely ignoring Reynold’s presence.
“Miles,” she started, her brows knit with confusion. “I got a call saying you needed me and I came over. What is going on? Bianca… the—”
“It doesn’t matter.” I reached for her hand, my tone gentler now. “I want you to go home, okay?”
I looked around, relieved t
