Author's POV
"Is everything fine, Mrs. Ophelia?" Gale called from outside the restroom door when he heard a sudden sound. "Mrs. Ophelia," he called again, but got no response, and he suspected something was off. "Mrs. Ophelia," he repeated, knocking on the door again but still getting no reply. "I’ll come in if you don’t answer."
He waited a few seconds before slamming his large body into the door twice, forcing it open.
“Cazzo,” he cursed, raking his fingers through his hair before running out of the restroom immediately.
He dialed Callum on his phone but got no response. Running toward the large room where the party was still in full swing, Gale couldn’t believe she had used the window to escape. He knew he was doomed—and deserved it. If he went after her alone without informing Call
