CLARA
I didn’t think twice. I murmured a quick 'please excuse me,' shoved the microphone at Julian, and bolted straight for the restroom.
The silence in the restroom was all I needed to anchor my sanity. I leaned over the marble vanity, staring at my reflection. My eyes were wide, the pupils blown so large the icy blue of my irises had vanished into two black voids of panic. The lace of my dress, the one Julian had so meticulously curated, felt like a cold, wet shroud clinging to my skin. I so badly wanted to rip the material off.
My hands shook so violently I nearly dropped my phone as I dialed Ashley.
"How is he in there, Ash?" I hissed the second she picked up, my voice a tight whisper. "How is Tyler Wills sitting at a table five feet from the podium? You said you’d handle it!"
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