Zoe's POV
I knew something was wrong long before anyone said it out loud.
It wasn't just a feeling—it was a clear picture now.
The way Casey kept looking at me in the .
Not once. Not twice.
Over and over again.
Like I was the center of a joke I hadn't been told yet.
I stood in the rehearsal hall, adjusting the strap of my heels for what felt like the hundredth time, but my attention wasn't on my outfit. It was across the room—locked on her.
Casey leaned into one of her friends, whispering something behind her hand. They laughed, then she looked up—straight at me. A slow, knowing smile stretched across her lips, and my stomach dropped.
"I'm telling you," I muttered, turning sharply back to Ashley and Guz, "there's something going on. I'm so sure of it. I don't know what it is yet, but I know I'm not imagining things."
