Betsy rushed ahead, swinging the back door of the sleek black Aston Martin Vanquish open. Aurora had just lifted a foot to step in when Betsy suddenly slipped inside, dragging Dana along with her.
"Ah, sorry, Aurora!" Betsy said with a bright, fake smile. "Maybe you can, like, hail a taxi or something?"
Before Aurora could even react, Spencer's voice cut through the air, sharp as a blade.
"Get out," he said coldly.
Betsy's face froze, the color draining from her cheeks. She gawked at Spencer as if he had slapped her.
"I said, get out," Spencer repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Or I'll drag you out myself."
Dana, sensing the rising tension, hurriedly tugged on Betsy's arm. "Come on, Betsy," she whispered frantically.
Feeling everyone's eyes on her, Betsy slid out of the car reluctantly, dragging Dana with her. She looked like she wanted to protest, but Spencer was already ignoring her, moving toward Aurora.
