The chandelier sparkled like a thousand silent witnesses, casting golden light across the grand ballroom. Everything was perfect—too perfect. The music, the laughter, the elegant dresses… and yet, something felt wrong.
Nadia sat frozen on the velvet couch, her fingers gripping the fabric of her red dress. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest, drowning out the music. Across the room, reflected in the mirror, she saw them.
Daniel.
And her.
Lena leaned in close, whispering something into Daniel’s ear, her hand resting far too comfortably on his chest. Daniel didn’t move away. Didn’t protest. Didn’t even look guilty.
Nadia’s breath caught.
“No…” she whispered, her voice barely there.
Just hours ago, Daniel had held her hand, promised her forever, told her she was the only one. And now… this?
Her world didn’t shatter—it cracked, slowly and painfully, like glass under pressure.
But Nadia wasn’t weak. Not tonight.
She stood up.
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