The spotlight felt blinding as I gripped the edge of the velvet-cushioned chair. Vanessa’s smug smile began to blur as the room tilted violently.
The heavy, cloying scent of the roasted meats and expensive perfumes from the neighboring tables suddenly turned my stomach into a knot of pure nausea.
My breath caught in my throat, hot and shallow.
"Chloe?"
Damien’s deep voice sliced through the ringing in my ears. He leaned closer, his brow furrowing as his gray eyes scanned my rapidly paling face. "What is it?"
"I... I just need some air," I whispered, forcing myself to stand.
But the moment I made it to my feet, the ballroom completely spun. My knees buckled beneath the weight of my emerald silk gown.
The crystal chandeliers above stretched into long, glittering streaks of light.
Bef
