Lilian's POV
My stomach dropped when I caught sight of Antonio watching me with that familiar wicked grin plastered across his face.
Ashley pressed her fingers to her lips, barely containing her amusement. "Antonio, you really should stop tormenting Lilian," she said, though her tone carried more entertainment than genuine concern.
The weight of Augusto's stare hit me like a physical blow. He lounged in the chair directly opposite mine, his dark eyes calculating and cold as winter steel.
I ducked my head, fighting the surge of humiliation that threatened to overwhelm me.
Antonio shifted closer, that infuriating smirk never wavering. "Your move, Lilian. Truth or dare?"
I shot a desperate look toward Alesha, silently begging for rescue, but she only shrugged apologetically.
The entire group began chanting, their voices rising in excitement as they waited for my decision.
After what felt like an eternity, I forced out a reluctant, "Truth."
