NOELLE
"Dumpster?"
The voice slices through my haze of bliss, laced with that fake sweetness that always makes my skin crawl. My body goes rigid, Azren's arms still wrapped around me.
Alex and Eleanor are standing near the exit doors, half-turned towards each other like they've been arguing.
Alex's face is red, and Eleanor's got that pinched look, one hand already digging in her purse.
They're dressed up, I guess. Alex is in a rumpled suit that screams "trying to impress," and Eleanor is in a flashy gold dress that clings too tightly to her frame. But they look disheveled, like whatever fight they were having just got interrupted.
Their eyes land on me, and shock flashes across their faces.
"You?" Eleanor spits, her voice cracking with disbelief. "You were supposed to marry Haden. T
