ONYX
The festivities were on in full swing inside the venue as I meandered from one seated guest to the other solo. I grabbed a champagne flute from one of the servers and looked around for any signs of Sarah but there were none. My mother had whisked her away an hour and thirty minutes ago for an outfit change and I hadn’t seen her since. Bryson was nowhere to be found either and I wondered where he ran off to.
“Onyx,” a hand tapped my shoulder. I spun around and came face to face with my father in the middle of the hall. He wore an almost unreadable expression and I resisted the urge to ask “what now?” “We need to talk.”
“Talk,” I shrugged. I drank my champagne carefully and he shook his head. “Not here.” He motioned to the stage where the live band was playing. “The back, now.”
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