Chapter 951

• Gracy lifted her head, her face drained of color. All around her, she was met with stares filled with nothing but disgust and disdain. The weight of their judgment pressed down on her like a thousand knives. It felt as though the very air in the room had turned suffocating, and the buzzing whispers of the crowd echoed in her ears like a haunting melody.
• Her head throbbed painfully, and her vision blurred as unshed tears welled up in her eyes. A bitter, metallic taste rose in her throat—whether from humiliation or sheer desperation, she couldn’t tell.
• Through her hazy sight, she locked eyes with Liza. Unlike the others, Liza’s expression was devoid of emotion. Her flawless features remained unreadable, her beauty so effortless that it only fueled Gracy’s resentment. In contrast, Gracy was a mess—her body trembled, her forehead was slick with sweat, and her once-perfect makeup was smeared beyond recognition.