LILY
I never expected to enjoy that party so much.
I had spent the previous days dreading it, actually: I was afraid of having to meet people's gazes, of having to face uncomfortable questions, of making some monumental faux pas that would go down in the annals of the pack and, even more so, that the party would be a total flop.
I had worked so hard to organize it: that party meant so much to me, not so much because it was important, but because I had used it to prove to myself and everyone else that I wasn't just the traumatized woman who had spent almost three months hiding in her house—or at least, not anymore. That party represented my return to a normal life, to the life that had been taken from me the night before my wedding: it was my chance to prove that I could do it, that I wa
