Frank walked toward us, exuding a quiet confidence that seemed to part the crowd without a word. His blue eyes landed on me, softening the second he noticed the tension on my face. Without missing a beat, he took my hand. "No problem here," he said pointedly, though his tone hinted otherwise. "We were just about to head out." He shot Ainsley a polite smile, the kind that felt more like a sneer and gently pulled me away from the crowd. Behind us, the whispers started immediately. Ainsley stood there, frozen and humiliated, while her friends were too stunned to say anything. Millie followed, grinning victoriously, muttering under her breath, "That’s what you get, you size-zero demon." As Frank led me toward the exit, still holding my hand, I glanced back just long enough to catch Rowan watching us. His face was unreadable again, but his gaze lingered longer than necessary. For some reason, that look unsettled me more than anything Ainsley could’ve said. Frank guided me toward the q
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