Chapter 9 ~ North Entrance Table

{Isla’s POV}

Cayden was still staring, but I was not looking at his axis anymore.

Why?

Because I was too busy relishing the feeling that came with this moment. The satisfaction.

I knew the rest of his cruel bunch would soon notice me and it made the feeling even more delightful.

I gave it time, I relished the moment, and when I felt it was due, I turned my gaze back to them.

They were all staring now, all four of them bathing me with shocked and staggered gazes.

I didn’t mind, however. I understood they were puzzled— mystified by what sights were entertaining. You could just tell from the way they stood as bricks in the vibrant crowd.

I smiled again and took my time to soak in these new expressions dancing off their faces. I needed to get used to seeing them this way, ‘cause whether they fancied it or not, this was how they would always appear before me.

Scared!

My dad rose up to his feet to give his opening speech and to lay the grounds of the event— my reinstatement, and I straight