Amelia quickly realized that going to the party hadn't been a good idea. The music was too loud, there were too many people around her, even though the area Mia had taken her to was more secluded. And worse, there were too many eyes on her, and she didn't know if people were staring because she was new, or because of her fight with Raquel, or because of her mark, or simply because people observed others that way at parties like this. God, she knew so little about life. She was so used to the social events she attended with her parents, with soft music, polite conversations, and garnished drinks. Speaking of drinks, everything got worse for Amelia when one of the waiters at the party asked if she wanted a drink. She wasn't prepared for the question, much less for the sudden wave of panic th
