The doors open to a brightly lit ballroom and I need to fight from wincing. Objectively, the room is gorgeous but all I can think of is when I can leave and be alone again.
The polished wood floor, high ceiling and crystal chandeliers should make me feel like I'm in a royal palace, but I still feel just as trapped as I did in the van.
A hush falls over the crowd as we step into the room and I can feel the tension in the air. I'm sure we look formidable and oppressive at the same time. I may not like Stone, but it's undeniable that he is beyond handsome. The problem is there is also a cruelty to the beauty that is terrifying.
As for me, I'm dressed like a snow queen. I'm wearing thousands of dollars in clothes and jewelry and with my expression so empty and haunting, I'm sure we look l
