Sydney
I could have bet on Maeve’s second drink that the party might actually go well the moment Brooklyn grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the banner for pictures.
And yeah, I still wasn’t sure where I was when I walked into the party.
Mom’s house was packed.
People were everywhere. Staring.
Looking at me like I was some strange thing that had walked into their space by mistake.
Heat crawled up my spine where I stood, my stomach doing that thing it did when it felt like eyes were about to peel me open.
Then there were the whispers, and I swear I almost bailed.
But Brooklyn bounced right in front of me.
“Sydney, you came!” she said, holding my hand like it was something we did everyday.
She was dazzling—stunning in a way that was unmatched, her makeup even prettier up clos
