Meliza's POV
As the program continued, I remained seated, forcing myself to enjoy the food and festivities. I laughed when everyone else laughed, raised my glass when toasts were made, and smiled as if nothing in the world could shake me. But the truth was, I hadn't been fully present since the dance.
I couldn't stop stealing glances at Ethan.
His words, "I need to talk to you," had unsettled me more than I cared to admit.
Yet every time my eyes sought him out, I was met with the same sight: Ethan, smiling effortlessly, his attention entirely on his stunning girlfriend. How he looked at her and leaned in as if the rest of the world didn't exist was unbearable.
I was a fool for hoping. A fool for thinking he might say something—anything—that would make staying here worth it.
Then, the moment that truly shattered me arrived.