Serena’s POV
I watched Kane and Tiffany make their grand entrance, dressed in matching midnight blue outfits that screamed "power couple." If Kane wasn't stuck in that wheelchair, they might have actually looked perfect together. But reality's a b***h, isn't it?
"Quite the dramatic entrance," I whispered to Ryan, unable to hold back a small laugh.
Ryan squeezed my hand gently, his thumb tracing small circles against my skin. "Let's go sit over there for a bit. I want a front-row seat to whatever disaster is about to unfold."
I nodded, but before we could move, Kane had already wheeled himself toward Lucian with Tiffany clicking along beside him in her stilettos. The tension in the air thickened instantly, like someone had cranked up the thermostat in an already stuffy room.
