s a stark white space with impossibly high ceilings, a design I had sketched in a notebook when I was sixteen, a design she had
but this time, it was a deliberate choice. I wasn't
beside her, looking handsome and endearingly awkward, a sculpture of his, a twisted figure of bronze, displayed prominently nearby. They were the perfect couple,
, dark and ominous in the crystal glass. My heart was pounding a s
e is to spill a drink on Liam Ston
ocked on my target. Just as I got close, Eleanor turned and saw me. Her perfectly made-up face regist
ut, her voice loud enough for those around them to hear.
g, a way of markin
id, my voice level. "I wanted to see his work for myself.
you," Liam said, extending
," I said, ig
e explained to Liam, a hint of apology in her tone. "My late sister'
The crowd was watchi
from behind. The red wine flew from my glass in a perfect arc,
d through th
ike a fresh wound
e full of fake panic. "I am s
d shirt, stunned. "It' s...
ial grace, was now a thundercloud of fury. She grabbed a napkin from a p
sed, her voice low but sharp with anger. "This is a cu
g. I could hear whispers of "Who is
a mixture of shame and what I hoped looked like jealous resentment.
eyes narrowed. She saw it not as an accident, but as an attack. A p
e the situation. "Eleanor, please. It'
lare on me, her public facade completely gone, revealing the cold, controlling woma
blic dismissal, a humiliation. In my past life, this would have shattered
I let them all see me as the v
rd: +5 Health Points. C
voke Eleanor Vance at a family dinne
grand entrance, I glanced back. Liam was trying to calm Eleanor down, his hand on her arm. She was still glaring in my
closer. The thought was a bitter pill to swallow, b