The sound of the judge’s applause didn’t echo loudly—but it cut through the room like something sharp and undeniable.
Alex’s smile faltered.
At first, he thought it was approval. Validation. A public acknowledgment that he had won.
Then he noticed something was off.
The judge wasn’t looking at him.
He was looking at Maria.
“Ms. Alvarez,” the judge said, lowering …
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