The sound of Kiara’s heels echoed sharply against the polished marble floor, each step deliberate, confident, almost predatory. Her silver gown shimmered under the mall lights, catching every eye around her. She looked like she belonged to this glittering world, and she knew it.

Prisha’s breath caught in her throat. She felt small, invisible, already fading into the background as the woman’s gaze fixed on Riaan.