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She had changed. Drastically.
That was my first thought when I saw Lily walk into the ballroom.
Gone was the soft-spoken, doll-ish little girl from a decade ago. In place of her was a stunning young woman with a commanding presence.
And yes, I knew her name was actually Lilith now, but I still preferred calling her Lily. It suited her better.
For most of the night, I stood in the shadows, nursing a drink and trying out the desserts while watching her.
I saw the tension in her interactions with her parents—especially her mother. The polite but distant smile she gave her so-called best friend. The way she barely acknowledged and avoided her fiancé, Brandon.
Then she disappeared outside. And not long after, the projector was set up.
From the moment the footage started rolling,
