Isabela threatened, her tone sharp.

“I’m calling security!”

“Go ahead, darling. You know why?” Zoe gave her one last gentle pat on the cheek and casually flicked her hair over her shoulder. “Because I’m a lady. I was just trying to help you fix that tragic hairstyle you’re so determined to wear.”

“You’re insane!” Isabela snapped, fixing her hair, her face flushed with anger and humiliation.

“Insane about protecting the people I love. Insane enough to deliver subtle slaps to toxic little snakes. And insane enough not to break a heel while doing it.” Zoe winked with unapologetic charm. “Now off you go—back to the ballroom to keep pretending you matter. Oh, and please… next time you try to provoke Celina, try something original. That ‘model talk’ is older than that outdated dress from your last-season collection.”

Zoe snapped her fingers in the air like she was closing a scene.

Isabela scoffed and stormed out, walking past Celina without even looking at her.

Celina, still stunned, glance