(KRYSTAL'S POV)
I don't remember the last time a name made my skin itch the way hers does.
Adrianna Jackson.
The thought circles in my head as the jet hums steadily beneath my feet, the sound low and constant, like a warning I can't turn off. We're thirty thousand feet in the air, crossing the Atlantic, heading straight toward another carefully curated lie wrapped in spotlights and screaming fans.
Another member of the Gilded Veil.
Sandra found out about Adrianna's ongoing world tour. Turns out she's kicking off the European leg of her tour in London in two days.
That's all it took for the room to shift. For instincts to snap awake. For plans to start stacking on top of each other like loaded weapons.
Adrianna doesn't just sing. She influences. Shapes opinions. Pushes narratives under the guise of lyrics and charity events and glossy magazine covers. The kind of power that never looks like power until it's too late.
