~ A M E L I A ~
He’s tricking you. My mind echoed. He wants to hurt you. He’s being nice to pull you in.
Shaking my head, I scurried away from the dance floor and over to the bar for a drink. My inner thoughts were spiralling and spiralling. I needed to dull them away.
The bartender handed me a glass of champagne before I could even ask for one. I thanked them and walked away before hiding myself in a little corner and watching the beauty of the ball as I polished the drink all in one go.
Ew!
The champagne tasted weird. Almost… vinegary with a weird bitter aftertaste. I stared at the flute, confused. Did they give me an expired champagne? I should tell them.
‘It’s not you,’ I turned rapidly, startled, only to be presented by Luna Yurena in front of me, ‘it’s a special brand of cha
