The event continued normally after that.
Like nothing had happened.
Like my chest wasn’t still burning from irritation.
At the front of the hall, the president of the school stepped toward the microphone with a warm smile.
“We’re extremely honored to have this scholarship funded by Mr. Kings this year,” she said. “This opportunity will help children who otherwise may never have access to this kind of education.”
Soft applause filled the hall again.
I leaned back slightly in my chair, forcing my expression into something neutral while my fingers remained curled tightly around my bag.
Dominic stood near the stage beside the principal and teachers.
Perfect posture.
Perfect expression.
Perfect control.
Like always.
“Let's give a round of applause as we welcome back Mr. Kings on sta
