MELODY
A deep sense of dread filled my stomach as I stepped one foot into the Davenport's living room. The door closed behind me with a gentle click, but it felt like the sound of a guillotine slicing through the air. Aunt Waverly's gaze seemed to almost burn holes in my skin as I ambled across the room toward her. She was well aware of my true feelings for her husband, and my teenage angst grew more real by the second. My heart pounded against my chest so hard that I thought it might break free from its cage and surrender itself to her.
"Melody, come sit down," Aunt Waverly says with a smile that seems genuine enough, but then again, she could just be good at hiding her anger. I mean, she is the headmistress of a private school after all – I bet she's had loads of practice dealing with
