Ana's POV
I watched as Aileen's gaze shifted nervously, preparing what looked like an attack.
She turned to Eloise with a sharp look. "Cell phones aren't permitted in the banquet hall. You're violating the rules, and I could report you right now to have security escort you out."
I observed as Eloise folded her arms, studying Aileen coolly.
I could see Eloise recognized Aileen—the former Chief Dancer.
After that ankle injury some time ago, Aileen hadn't competed in any dance events.
She'd even skipped the Chief Dancer competition entirely, losing her title to someone else.
The two women flanking Aileen snickered when they spotted Eloise. "Well, well—if it isn't Eloise Denzel. The fresh-faced starlet who slept her way to the top. No surprise you two are buddies.
"Someone like you wouldn't have scored an official invitation. Did you crash the party?
"I should alert the organizers and have you thrown out immediately!"
I watched Eloise's face darken.
