477: NO TRUST, THE WORDS I HEAR

ARIEL'S POV The music filled the room, and the dancers swirled around us. I couldn't resist the infectious energy that pulsed through the air. With a smile on my face and a lightness in my heart, I joined the festivities, letting the rhythm guide my movements as I danced with abandon. But as I moved across the floor, my gaze kept drifting back to Daria, who sat at the table; her eyes locked on me with an intensity that somehow sent a shiver down my spine. Yeah, you could say that. It was totally messed up, wasn't it? I knew you would agree with me on this one. There was something about the way she was looking at me—something unsettling and almost predatory—that made me uneasy. Could it be resentment? Or was I just imagining things? Nah, it was jealousy. She was definitely jealous, and I could guess what she was thinking about. But I wasn't going to stress my brain just to go further with that. So I pushed aside the nagging doubt, and I turned my attention to Luke, who stood near