The silence was suffocating.
No one moved. No one breathed. All eyes were fixed on Stephanie and Mila, who still stood with her arm half-raised, as if the accusation were a sword she had just plunged, ready to see the fall of Stephanie.
Stephanie's lips parted, but no sound came out. The lights, too bright now, exposed everything, her stunned expression, the quick pulse in her neck, the way her fingers clutched the hem of her dress as if it could hold her upright.
Lacie stepped forward, her crutch clicking once on the floor. "Say something," she said with a flat voice and dull gaze.
Still, Stephanie said nothing, but her expression had shifted from one of shock to a blank one, as if she was trying to hide her true intentions.
Roman looked from Mila to Zyran, to Stephanie, then back to Mila. "You're serious," he said finally, quietly. Not a question. A realization.
Stephanie's voice came out in a breathless whisper. "You're insane."
