Lila’s POV
The hallway outside is quiet. Too quiet.
My heels echo softly as I walk, fast and aimless, each step pushing me further from the laughter, the applause.
A few waiters cross my path, trays of wine balanced carefully in their hands. One adjusts a vase of roses by the entry wall. They nod politely, but I don’t stop. I can’t.
Cool air brushes against my skin as I push open the door leading out to the side garden. The breeze is light, scented with lavender and something expensive. I close my eyes for a moment, drawing in a shaky breath.
You’re okay, Lila. You’re okay.
But I’m not.
That speech—her voice—her calling Liam the love of her life while rubbing her belly… it was all for show. Yet it worked. It got under my skin. And that smile, the way her eyes found mine across the
