For a brief moment, she even considered the possibility that Lana might have seen the same dream.
'Otherwise, why would Lana react with such cold disdain toward me?'
The thought sent a faint chill down Cassandra's spine, making her fingertips go numb.
However, she quickly shook her head and dismissed it. 'That's impossible,' she told herself. 'Dreams are just dreams.'
Soon, another explanation surfaced in her mind, darker and far more unsettling.
'Maybe someone is manipulating everything from behind the scenes,' she thought, her chest tightening with unease.
Meanwhile, Lana returned to the lounge.
The moment she stepped inside, the noise of the banquet was replaced by a muted hush.
She closed her eyes and leaned back slightly.
'This kind of party is truly unbearable,' she thought, her brows knitting together in disgust.
She had barely arrived, yet the nausea and irritation were already overwhelming.
