CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN

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SCARLETT'S POV.

As Sasha and I walked into the grand hall, the atmosphere was buzzing with anticipation. The soft melody of classical music filled the air, creating an elegant backdrop for the evening. As we made our way toward our table, I couldn't help but notice the piercing gazes fixed upon us. Of course. Whispers rippled through the room, and it felt as though all eyes were on Sasha and me as we moved.

My heart quickened its pace, a mix of irritation and nervousness intertwining within me. I stole a glance at Sasha, whose confident stride seemed unaffected by the attention. She had an air of self-assurance that I admired, and it gave me a momentary boost of confidence too.

I was going to take her advise. I wasn't going to give a shit about any of them.

As we reached a table were a few people were seated. I would have preferred to sit all alone, but the room was practically overflowing with people and I was sure that in the next five minutes there were going to be no more se