"Another scandal?" Theresa Thorn asked, her voice cutting through the quiet hum of the living room like a serrated blade. She picked up her phone from the mahogany table, her eyes narrowing as she adjusted her glasses. "What is it this time? Has the world run out of legitimate news that they must feast on the Grays once again?"
She questioned the room curiously, but no one looked up immediately. Every head in the room was bowed over a glowing screen, the blue light reflecting off their faces. The digital firestorm about Alina was spreading faster than any of them had anticipated.
Cassandra bit her lip, her heart sinking as she scrolled through the vitriol. The sudden uprising of this scandal felt calculated, a targeted strike designed to dismantle Alina's reputation just as she was beginning to find her footing.
As she looked at the photos tagged to the post, her breath hitched. She recognized the tall, imposing silhouette instantly. Damian.
