- Elizabeth -
The enormous living room pulsed with laughter and chatter as the chandeliers sparkled above, casting warm light that danced across the polished marble floors. Zayn and I navigated the crowd, our steps quickening as we skirted around clusters of animated guests, eager to escape the tension brimming in the air. My heart raced even though no one seemed to have noticed the strife brewing between my father and me; an unsettling premonition gnawed at my insides, whispering that this night was far from over.
As I caught sight of Victoria and Oliver a few feet away, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. They stood together, their expressions calm and confident, serving as shields against the chaos that engulfed them. I took a deep breath, a futile attempt to reclaim some semblance
