LEILA
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The music seemed to cut out, or maybe it just faded into the background as the noise of the breaking glass drew every eye, every ear.
The whole room turned, a collective gasp, heads swiveling towards the sound.
Just as I took a step back, trying to disappear into the shadows again, my heel caught.
On the edge of the carpet, or maybe the hem of my dress, I didn't know, didn't care.
All I knew was the sudden lurch, the loss of balance.
My ankle twisted sharply, sending a searing, white-hot pain shooting up my leg.
I slipped.
My palm hit the floor, but it was too late.
The glass the shards, sharp and glinting dangerously on the dark floor sliced through the thin skin of my thigh and ankle as I crashed onto it.
“s**t f**k ” The curse words were ripped from my lun
