Zoe's POV
The Ross estate loomed ahead like something out of a dream—grand, intimidating, and far too perfect to belong to someone like me.
Guz slowed the car as we turned into the street, the tires crunching softly against the gravel-lined edge of the road. The evening sun cast long golden shadows across the massive gates, and for a moment, everything felt… still. Like the world was holding its breath.
He glanced at me, one brow raised in that knowing way of his.
"You know," he started casually, tapping the steering wheel, "if you want, we could totally crash the Campaign shit.
Brandon's band's private rooftop acoustic showcase. You know, I heard it's a big deal, and it's all sponsored. I was there with Jason before coming for Ashley's showcase. There were Fancy lights, press, friends, and some rich people pretending they understood music?"
I huffed out a small laugh, shaking my head as I folded my arms. Pretending I didn't want to know if he saw Casey.
