After I said that, the ballroom became so quiet that the sound of champagne bubbles bursting could be heard.
The golden words of recognition that had been scrolling across the large screen suddenly disappeared, replaced by one clear image after another: screenshots of Lily's social-media posts flaunting her relationship, scans of Adrian's handwritten letters, and photos of the pill bottle.
The atmosphere in the ballroom grew tense.
Some people gasped sharply. Others hurriedly covered their mouths. More eyes shifted back and forth between Adrian and me. Everyone stood with their mouths open, yet no one could make a sound.
The pride on Lily's face froze. Her burgundy velvet dress made her face look deathly pale. The hand holding the trophy shook violently, and the pendant of her Panther
