POV: Elena
By Saturday evening, I was standing in front of my bedroom mirror wondering whether it was possible to fake my death and escape a charity fundraiser.
Unfortunately, the answer was probably no.
A garment bag lay open across my bed, revealing the pale blue dress Richard had insisted was "perfect for the occasion." He claimed that university donors, local business owners, athletic sponsors, and several influential families connected to the school would attend tonight's event.
According to me, it sounded like hell.
I smoothed my hands over the fabric and sighed. The worst part wasn't even the event itself. It was the fact that I had to attend it with Jace.
A knock sounded against my bedroom door before it opened. My mother stepped inside. For a moment, her expression softened
