s*x, drinks, parties… Those were the things she had never been so used to all her life before. Now she wandered like a lost puppy in the party, perfectly hidden by the facade of a mask.
Kyra was right after all, she had to be her best to fit right in, good thing she took numerous lessons back home.
At Earlham Coven she had a tutor for everything, it was her mother who ensured she grew up “proper” in her words.
There was a tutor for etiquette, for dancing, for -
She heard the guest clapping, distracting her thoughts, and joined in.
Stay quiet and don't say a word and everything would be fine…she told herself again.
So far, she was doing a good job fitting in and at the same time, she glanced around and there was no sign of impending danger in the form of Zayn.
Soon, she saw why the g
