Amira's POV
I sighed, rubbing my temples. "I'm still processing."
Summer raised an eyebrow at me. "Uh-huh. Well, process faster because I had to cut my track time short for this. If you don't snap out of it, I'll make you do laps with me."
I groaned, not in the mood for her threats, but a tiny smile tugged at my lips. Summer was impossible, but she knew how to get a reaction out of me.
"Eat first," she ordered just as a servant walked in, carrying my reheated meal and a glass of warm milk. Summer gave me a look that dared me to refuse. "Then we can figure out what to do next. Because trust me, babe—this scandal? It's only the beginning."
I scoffed, shaking my head as I watched the endless stream of news clips about the wedding disaster. "How dare she get married to another man right on the altar? I told Jayden she was a crafty snake!" My voice rose with frustration. The audacity of that woman.
