Ximena's POV
Saturday morning arrived with a suffocating silence that seemed to press against the walls of my bedroom.
My phone sat on the nightstand like a ticking bomb, constantly buzzing with notifications I desperately wanted to ignore. Each ping felt like another nail in the coffin of my carefully constructed invisibility.
The party videos had spread like wildfire across social media overnight.
Multiple clips from different angles, each one capturing the same mortifying moment: Ezekiel's fist connecting with Kane's jaw in a burst of violence that left everyone stunned.
And there I was in every single frame, frozen like a statue, looking completely out of place in that glittering world I'd never belonged to.
The comments section was a battlefield I wished I'd never discovered.
"So that's what gets Enzo all worked up."
"Never knew Garcia had a sister who looked like that."
"Been hiding all those curves under baggy clothes this whole time?"
