William's Pov.
I blink, slowly lifting my head to look at her. A hush falls over the room as all eyes turn to Moon, the weight of her words settling heavily in the air.
Every judge, every crew member, even Mr Whitmore, shifts their gaze to her.
There's a sudden shift, a ripple of unspoken tension spreading like wildfire through the space.
I watch Clarissa stiffen, the smug confidence she had just moments ago faltering.
I let her act however she pleases. She can be arrogant. She can be condescending, I allow it. After all, if I don't take care of my lover, who will?
But now, she looks wounded, slightly in a way I hadn't expected. And it was all because of Moon!
How dare she say something like that?! Like, what gives her the right to judge Clarissa? As if she could do any better. She's nothing more than a housewife, and the thoughts alone irks me to no end.
Why can't you just walk like every other woman I know? Like the way my Clarissa does?
