Third Person POV
The evening's festivities continued with laughter, music, and the hum of conversations filling the air. Liliana felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Her first shift was only hours away, and the anticipation was almost overwhelming. Bastian, noticing her occasional anxious glances, stood close by, offering silent support and gentle reassurances.
Liliana's eyes darted across the garden, scanning the sea of familiar faces mingling with a few unfamiliar ones. Her gaze lingered on her parents, who were busy entertaining guests, and then shifted to her friends, who were lost in their own conversation and laughter. She scanned the area some more but couldn’t land on the person she wanted to see the most: Ben. Despite the festive atmosphere, a lingering sense of forebod
