As soon as Amari stepped into the room, she instinctively smoothed her dress, fighting off the shame that still fluttered inside her. But before she could fully compose herself, a sudden sound stopped everyone in their tracks: the door swung open, and a tall, handsome man entered. His expensive suit hinted at privilege, but it was the cold intensity in his eyes and the aura of authority that made silence follow him like a shadow.
Amari's brow furrowed instantly. What is he doing here? Her heart thudded—not from fear exactly, but from the weight of inevitability.
Sebastian's gaze landed on the large bouquet of red roses in Amari's hand, and a flash of irritation crossed his face. He forced a detached smile. "That was quick, finding someone new."
At that moment, Brent's demeanor shifted. His mild expression grew tense, but before he could speak, Amari intervened.
"Stop it, Sebastian!" she said sharply.
