The entire Gordon mansion was sparkling with lights, filled with floating balloons and glittering gowns as people gathered around to celebrate the eighteenth birthday of Arya Scott, who was only lost, confused and saddened.
Her heart was in a constant state of turmoil, cursing her entire being for not remembering even a single glimpse of what her previous years were like. What her family was like? what her previous birthdays were like?
Many people had come and gone during the party to wish her well and even introducing themselves as an old acquaintance of friend but Arya didn’t seem to remember anyone at all.
Nothing seemed to be commemorable to her anymore.
Even though, the party was living and drifting through the night, Arya felt exhausted and bored, she only wanted to call it a
