JUNE;
The moment we reached the top of the wide staircase that led down into the party hall, my stomach dropped like a stone. Bright lights flashed before my face, low music in the background, and the air smelled quite expensive.
Then my eyes wandered to the celebrant already standing behind the huge three-tiered cake. I froze.
One hand gripping the shiny railing so tight my fingers hurt. This was a mistake. A huge, stupid mistake. I shouldn’t be in this place. I had no business being at Selene Arkwright’s birthday party.
How could I have been so foolish? I never even asked Matthew whose birthday party this was. Now I stood here, heart hammering against my ribs, staring down at Selene Arkwright standing behind her massive cake, knife already raised, ready to make the first cut.
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