LILIANA
The champagne flute trembles slightly in my grip, its stem icy against my fingertips. The fizz tickles ny nose before I take a sip.
It's cold. Crisp. Completely useless at dulling the ache lodged in the center of my chest. I set the glass down and exhale slowly, watching the bubbles rise to the surface.
Selena's voice is a distant hum in the background. When Melanie and Zip sauntered their way over to torment me, Selena stepped right in to pull me out of there.
Although, I'm grateful for that, I'd need her to shut up. She's yapping excitedly about something I do not care about.
I mean, why not? She's not the one getting traded off tonight. She's very married to one of the Kastorov brothers.
Right now, she's saying something about the hors d'oeuvres or is it the chandelie
