CATHERINE'S POV
The next evening, Tyler and I stood before Stephanie's mansion. It took everything in me not to turn around and run off. Actually, it's because Tyler was holding my hand. If not, I would have gone back home.
The distant sound of music vibrated through the air, and the murmur of voices from inside could be heard.
Tonight was Stephanie's party. I had managed to sneak out of the house and into Tyler's car without getting caught. Now that I was here, my nerves were quickly taking hold.
I inhaled sharply, clutching my hands together to keep them from trembling.
"Are you okay?" Tyler asked.
I shook my head, unable to hide my anxiety. "Not at all."
Stephanie had made it her personal mission to belittle and torment me for as long as I could remember. She wouldn't be happy
