Nico shook his head, looking at me with a mix of pity and disgust, his tone dripping with contempt. "Rosalia, stop making a fool of yourself and get the hell out. You're contaminating my space. Don't you ever dare associate yourself with me again."
I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug deep into my palms. The fury inside me was suffocating, threatening to consume me whole. But I knew. Now was not the right time to lose control.
"Fine. I'll leave."
I took one last look at them, my voice steady and sharp. "But remember this. The humiliation you gave me today? I'll return it a hundredfold."
Laughter erupted around the room.
"Payback? Seriously?"
Ginevra clung to Nico's arm, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. Her fingertips touched the hollow of her throat. "Rosalia, have you been watching too many soap operas? Talking about payback like you're some kind of main character with plot armor?"
Nico smirked and waved me off like a beggar on the street. "Enough with the tragic act. Get out of here and stop wasting our time. We've got a celebration to enjoy."