Skylar
Andrew lifts his hands in a gesture of surrender, his palms open wide. Nour storms in, positioning herself between Andrew and me, her finger stabbing at his chest with unrestrained fury.
"You think we'd let you hurt her and ruin the celebration?" Nour's words slice through the air, each syllable dripping with disdain. Andrew, momentarily taken aback, retreats a step as if recoiling from the force of her accusation.
"I just wanted to talk to her," Andrew attempts to reason, his voice softer against the current of Nour's anger.
"We saw how that went last time!" Nour spits back, her vehemence undeterred. "Leave now, or I'll break your nose."
Andrew snorts derisively, looking down at Nour. My cousins and I, dwarfed by Andrew's towering presence, must look ridiculous confronting him
