The party hall buzzed with chaos. The Hale family, who'd been so arrogant earlier, now sat in complete humiliation.
Guests shot them looks of pure disgust and mockery, treating them like diseased outcasts nobody wanted near.
This whole spectacle was supposed to target Phoebe, exactly as Sergio had planned.
Instead, they'd become the laughingstock—squirming, burning with shame, forced to swallow their pride.
And there was no way out.
Sergio frantically tried getting someone to kill the big screen, but the damn thing wouldn't turn off.
Even after yanking the power cord, the screen kept playing that damning footage on loop.
Just as everyone erupted in chaos, a clear, shocked voice rang out from the staircase. "Oh my god! Sis, you... you guys..."
The voice shook with horror and heartbreak.
