Chloe’s p.o.v.
The events of the evening blurred as if I were swimming in murky water, unable to make sense of anything. My hands trembled, clutching the shawl wrapped tightly around my shoulders as if it were the only thing tethering me to reality.
The long, sleek black limousine hummed softly as it sped through the quiet streets, leaving the chaos of the Marino’s wine event behind. At the same time, the outside world passed like a shadowy blur, yet my gaze remained fixed forward, without seeing or hearing anything.
My mind wouldn’t let go of the haunting image etched into my memory—the man with the crimson eyes, his monstrous smile slicing across his face like a knife as he dissolved into the air, leaving behind a cloud of suspicion and whispered fears after making a mess of my life
