My eyes widened so much they almost hurt.
I hadn't expected Yasmin to go that far.
For a second, Finnick looked like he was about to snap. I could feel it even from across the room—the sharp shift in his presence, the kind that made people step back without knowing why.
Then he saw me.
Everything changed.
He steadied Yasmin instead, helping her up like nothing was wrong. With a calm face, he used his napkin to wipe the wine from her dress, his hand brushing too close to her chest as he tried to clean the stain.
Sarah and Ken froze.
Then their faces lit up.
This was exactly the kind of scene that would explode everywhere.
I could already imagine the headlines they were thinking of.
And I was the one who made this happen.
A bitter feeling rose in my chest. I told him to bring her here, to create this moment… but watching it now felt completely different.
Yasmin had crossed a line.
My line.
