Zoe's POV
The car ride home felt like sitting inside a sealed jar—tight, airless, and painfully quiet. I stared out the window, but I wasn't really seeing anything. Streetlights blurred into long yellow smudges against the glass, not because the car moved too fast, but because my mind did.
My heart was still somewhere back at the show—stuck in that exact second Casey's face lit up the giant screen, smiling like she owned the universe, crowned as H&M Global's new VIP ambassador. The shock hadn't just hit me; it had settled over my chest like a slab of concrete. I hadn't even finished processing the humiliation of fainting in front of cameras before another crushing blow followed.
Casey.
Again.
