Celebrating a Suspect

GENEVIEVE'S POV

“I don't want to be here.”

Everyone sitting at our table turned to look at me, their brows raised in question.

I sighed, looking towards the stage, my eyes focused on the tall, intimidating man in a black suit sitting in the decorated chair.

“What are you saying?” Weston scoffed, patting the carton of fruit juice he brought in his bag before handing it to me. “We're here to support