The evening lights of the city glimmered through the tinted windows as Thalia’s car rolled into the driveway.
Her head rested against the leather seat, her eyes heavy with fatigue, she was so tired, really tired.
The workday had been stressful for her, back-to-back meetings, signing contracts, shaking hands with faces that blurred into one another. Her body ached for nothing more than a warm bath and the comfort of her bed.
But tonight wasn’t like any other night. Tonight, there was a party.
A gala.
She had always avoided this event, sending polite regrets to the host, letters as well, claiming work or family obligations. But this gala, this one was different.
Before she could think about dressing in silk and diamonds, her thoughts pulled her elsewhere, her children. No matter how
