I almost didn’t come.
I went to a party last weekend and spent the whole night with my back against the wall mapping exits, and I told myself I wasn’t doing that again for a while. Crowds make me nervous now in a way they didn’t before Marco, before the knife, before I started calculating how fast I could get to a door in every room I walk into. Parties are loud and packed and unpredictable and I have enough unpredictable in my life right now.
But then I heard Cain’s voice downstairs, low and easy, and Sienna laughing at something he said, and I was in my closet before I finished the thought.
The dress is black and short and it fits the way I bought it to fit, hugging my waist and flaring over my hips, and I spent three minutes in front of the mirror before I left just getting used to m
