Stella's POV
The party was winding down, guests trickling out in twos and threes. My feet ached from dancing, but the champagne buzz kept me floating.
Mom approached, wrapping me in a perfumed hug. "Sweetheart, this was absolutely magical. Your friend Ethan really knows how to throw a party."
"Thanks, Mom." I prayed she couldn't smell the guilt on me.
Dad joined us, still munching on what had to be his tenth mini quiche. "Ready to head out?"
I glanced at Ethan, who was now supervising the cleanup crew. The thought of leaving felt wrong after everything he'd done. "Actually, I think I should stay and help wrap things up. It's the least I can do."
"Such a thoughtful girl." Mom patted my cheek. "Don't stay up too late."
Emma materialized beside me as our parents walked away. "Help wrap
