Chapter 53: Extra Special?
Roman
“Oh, and Savannah—” Chloe’s voice rose above the chatter, bright, mocking, fake-sweet with poison underneath. “Come up here. You should be right beside me for this.” She gestured.
The crowd shifted like a wave, all eyes snapping to Savannah. I didn’t miss the way a few lips curled into knowing smirks, or the sharp gleam in their eyes as if they’d been waiting all night for a show. Everyone knew there was history here—Chloe was counting on it.
Savannah didn’t move at first. Her jaw tightened, her knuckles brushing the fabric of her dress like she needed to feel something solid beneath her fingertips. Chloe stood there, all sugar and venom, smiling patiently into the mic like a predator.
My gut clenched. Whatever she was about to say, it wasn’t going
