Chapter 11

WILLOW

Lucas was beside me, sitting at their extravagant dining table, surrounded by the opulence of the Davis family, a heavy tension filled the air. The clinking of silverware and the murmurs of conversation only served to emphasize my isolation within their world.

Harper's icy glare bore into me, her displeasure evident in every line of her face. With a condescending tone, she directed her words towards me, her voice laced with mockery. "Willow, my dear, I must say, it's quite entertaining to have you join us tonight. Such an unexpected surprise!” Her voice is full of sarcasm. I know I could feel it.

The room erupted into polite chuckles, their laughter disguising the underlying cruelty. I felt like a fragile bird trapped in a gilded cage, an object of amusement for their entertainment.

Brittany leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning me from head to toe, as if assessing my worth. "Tell me, Willow, have you ever attended a charity gala? Rubbed shoulders with influential figures