e long corridor leading to the washrooms was dimly lit by antique wall sconces. Thick,

llar. She pressed her back against the

utside the women's washroom. She was pressing her fingers

ts. She stepped out from behind

of high heels echoed in the hallway. Three women walked out. Amanda recogni

k into the shadow of the p

ht red dress, pulled a compact from her

n red asked. "She looks pathetic. She can't even keep Julio's

flesh of her palms. The sting grounded

She turned around. Instead of walking away, a nast

e placed her hand on her chest, right over her

ake sympathy. "I work with Julio. He tells me Amanda is v

rned and looked Seraphina up and down. Their

d let out a sha

Seraphina's chest. "That dress is from last season's clear

nds flew to her sides, and she grabbed handfuls of her cheap silk skirt,

lked past her, their heels clicking lou

knot of pain in her stomach loosened slight

clutch from the console table and ripped her phone out. She diale

the empty corridor. "Some girls just bullied me in t

e other end. Seraphina's face instantly softened. T

ming back in,"

her clutch and spun around sharply to he

floral arrangement sitting on the console table. Seraphina yanked her body f

from her right earlobe. It hit the thick

balance, smoothed her dress, and practicall

or fell de

. She walked slowly to the spot where Seraphina

ght reflected off t

n the quiet hall. She reached out with h

it under the light. He

rald earring surrounded by

ndmother's earring. It was the only heirloom she had ever been given, the only thing she truly

na was not just sleeping with her fiancé. Seraphina had been in h

ds bit deep into her skin. The physical pain was nothing com

d and marched to