Victor’s POV
His last statement doesn’t sit well with me, and the unease crawls under my skin. I don’t even think twice. I head outside immediately to look for Alice.
The party is already in full swing. Music hums in the background, laughter spills from different corners, and guests are seated, all eyes drawn to the stage where Alice’s dad is already speaking.
I spot her.
She’s seated quietly, almost withdrawn from the celebration around her… and she’s crying.
I slow down as I approach, confusion knitting my brows. Why is she crying?
I take the seat beside her, my eyes lingering on her face. Without saying anything, I reach into my pocket for my handkerchief. As I do, her dad’s voice drifts clearly through the microphone... he’s talking about her mum.
That explains it.
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