Rhiannon's POV
Something is wrong.
Something is definitely wrong.
And I wasn’t sure what it was… or if I was the only one feeling it.
The music drummed through the ballroom, violins and laughter floating above clinking glasses, but it all feels...off. Maybe I was the only one who felt that way, but I doubt that. My eyes drifted toward the centre of the room where Malena and her new husband, Mike, are dancing. She looked stunning in her white-lace wedding gown, her blonde hair shimmering with pearls, yet her expression, that lifeless and empty stare, doesn’t match her look or the occasion.
She looked like she would rather vomit than dance with the man she just married. Her smile was forced, her hand limp in his, and every time he whispered something in her ear, her eyes remained blank
