As the final bids settled and the auctioneer announced the last sale of the night, Lyla felt the weight of exhaustion settle over her. The evening had been eventful—from an unexpected interaction with Miss Neel to the confrontation with Sherlyn. She was more than ready to head home.
She and Rose stepped out into the cool night air, the distant hum of city life filling the space around them.
"Finally," Rose stretched her arms dramatically. "I love fancy parties, but damn, I think my feet have filed a complaint against me."
Lyla chuckled, unlocking her phone call her driver
As she did, a notification popped up at the top of her screen.
@NimranNeer started following you.
Her fingers froze mid-air.
"Wait. What?" She stared at the screen, blinking rapidly as if her eyes were deceiving her.
Rose, noticing her reaction, peeked over her shoulder. "What happened?"
Lyla turned the phone toward her.