Molly had been laughing just seconds ago.
The music wrapped around her like a pulse—loud, heavy, almost intoxicating. The guy she was dancing with had his hands just respectful enough to not annoy her, just confident enough to keep her entertained. He spun her once, and she let out a quick laugh, her yellow dress catching the light as it moved.
For a moment, she let herself enjoy it.
No drama.
No stress.
Just the party.
But then—
It hit her.
Not a thought at first. More like a feeling.
A small, quiet tug at the back of her mind.
Something wasn’t right.
Her smile faded slightly as her eyes instinctively moved across the crowd.
Bella.
Where was Bella?
Molly slowed her movements, her attention no longer on the guy in front of her. She glanced over his shoulder, scanning the danc
