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Aria’s POV.

The suite felt suffocating, like the air itself was too thick to breathe. The events of the party kept swirling in my mind—Asher’s ridiculous stunt, the sharp crack of my slap across his face, and the way Zander had looked at me afterward. His expression had been unreadable, a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite place.

During the walk back to the suite, he hadn’t said much at all