Morana's Point Of View
"Who are you?"
The question hung in the air, thick with tension.
I lifted my chin ever so slightly, my lips curving into the faintest hint of a smirk.
Oh, how I had been waiting for this moment. All eyes were on me, wide and filled with shock, curiosity, and something else—something sharp-edged and accusatory.
I swallowed hard, forcing my lips to tremble as I let my face morph into an expression of fear.
"I—I'm Morana Sinclair."
The reaction was instant.
Gasps. Murmurs. Whispers spreading like wildfire.
I heard someone near the front audibly gasp before muttering in shock, "Morana Sinclair? No way!"
"The washed-out model?" Someone sneered.
"Wasn't she the one who disappeared after that scandal?"
"Wait… isn't she—?"
Then, louder, "She's Sophia's sister! She stole her sister's spotlight!"
The words hit the room like a match thrown into gasoline. Suddenly, everyone was talking at once, voices overlapping in a chaotic mess of accusations.
