Mariam's POV
I followed Anthony, weaving through the guests who gave us curious looks, smiles, or words of welcome. I saw that he was leading us to the edge of the garden by the forest where, hours earlier, Melany and I had entered on the bikes we rented.
“What is this about, Anthony?” I asked my brother, crossing my arms over my chest and feeling, at that moment, a brief shiver on my skin despite the warm late summer night. “Why did you bring me here? I think we should go back to the party.”
I was nervous, I admit it. I didn't want to confront Anthony or, rather, what I knew he wanted to confront me about, but it was evident from his look and the fact that we had walked this far what he intended.
Anthony turned and, after scanning the area to make sure we were indeed alone, locked eye
