AURORA
My ears were ringing. The whole hall just went dead quiet after Eleanor finished yelling at me like I was some kid who broke her favorite vase. Everyone staring. Mouths open. I stood there like a total i***t holding the empty tray, orange juice still dripping off my dress, feeling my face burn so hot I wanted the floor to eat me.
Then outta nowhere someone grabbed Eleanor’s wrist mid-sentence. I looked up and it was Aunt Lila. My aunt Lila who literally told me two hours ago “don’t even breathe in my direction tonight.”
“Let go of me!” Eleanor snapped, trying to yank her arm back.
“No,” Aunt Lila said calm but loud enough everyone heard. “You don’t get to scream at my niece in front of the whole pack because of a spilled drink. It’s juice, Eleanor, not blood.”
You could’ve hear
