The moment Sha stepped into the room, the air shifted.
Immediately Chatter slowly died.
Then Glasses were lowered mid-sip. Heads turned. Eyes widened. One by one, everyone in the room tilted to look her way—almost as if drawn by a silent force.
Her heels tapped gently on the polished floor, the rhythm unhurried. She wasn't trying to attract attention, yet every step screamed confidence. Her dress flowed like silk against her skin, not too flashy but impossible to ignore. A soft burgundy tone hugged her body just right, and with each movement, the dress shimmered under the subtle lighting.
For a moment, even Liam stopped breathing.
Avery blinked. "Is that... Sha?"
Emilia leaned forward, whispering, "But Avery said Sha wasn't coming."
Across the table, Avery had already gone quiet. Her eyes followed Sha every step as she made her way toward the open seats.
