PARTY VENUE
Elizabeth sat in her car outside the venue, gripping the steering wheel as her thoughts swirled around the cryptic text she had received.
The words "will be the end of your lives" played on a loop in her mind, their ominous weight refusing to let go. Who could have sent it, and why? Was it a warning, a taunt, or some kind of prank? And if it were real, who was in danger—just her and Miguel, or everyone attending tonight's celebration?
"Think, Elizabeth, think!"
She shook her head in frustration. Speculating wouldn't change anything. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her clutch, stepped out of the car, and walked toward the hall, determined not to let her unease ruin the evening.
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Inside, the hall was a symphony of light and activity. Staff bustled around, putting the
