Chapter 43 - The Plus One
Lucille’s POV
Flashing images of that prick Rawley pulling my seat from under me, or Olga scaring the living crap out with just one look, keep going through my mind like an old movie. I close my eyes tightly before opening them again, wishing the ghosts of the past would stop haunting me. But these ghosts are nothing compared to the ones I know will follow, and I’m talking about the actual faces of the people who have done much worse than pull my chair or stare me down.
The haunting begins even sooner than I would have imagined, right by the front door of the large ballroom. The last time I was here was for the fall formal and I was walking in with Franco and Alaric, just like I am now. The only difference is that tonight, Franco is keeping his distance f
