Before Macy could ask which room the makeup artist was meant to be in, Marianne had already left with Will. Alone and unsure of where to go, Macy hesitated in the hallway. Maybe if she looked around for a while, she would find the designated room for the makeup artist.
She turned around to look for help, but there was no one. With no directions and no one to ask, she decided to walk forward on her own.
Macy pushed open a door—only to realize too late that she had walked straight into the gala hall. Elegant guests filled the glittering room, laughter and conversation drifting through the air. It took barely a moment for someone to notice her.
Shit.
“Macy?” A cold voice called curly from across the room.
It was Annette.
Heads turned instantly. The music faded into background noise a
