𝟑𝟎. ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ

The moment the door opened, everything shifted.

Ahanshi had barely pulled the handle when her eyes landed on the figure standing outside—and for a second, her mind simply refused to process what she was seeing. Her brows furrowed, lips parting slightly in disbelief before the words slipped out of her mouth in a low, almost breathless whisper, “Who the hell invited her…?”