Viona's POV
I pushed the restroom door open with trembling hands long minutes after Vivian had left.
My eyes stayed fixed on the floor, unfocused, as my steps dragged me back toward the podium. My mood was in havoc because of her.
My fingers clenched the sides of my dress when Vivian's words replayed in my head, when she said that night was something she and Roman had already planned.
She didn't say more, but the way her eyes gleamed with malice told me enough.
She did it to humiliate me. To prove that I was nothing more than a stray cat she could kick whenever she felt like it, her toy from the very beginning.
How could she hate me that much? What had I done so wrong that she could treat me with that kind of cruelty?
I swallowed the bile rising in my throat as my breath suddenly shortened.
I leaned against the nearest wall, anchoring myself so I wouldn't collapse.
"Viona… Viona, are you okay?" Sasha rushed toward me, gripping my body in panic.
