ANMELDENSELENEThe bass hit me the second I pushed through the doors.It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t polite. It slammed into my chest like it was mad at me for even breathing. The room was dark but full of flashing lights. Red. Blue. Purple. Faces came and went. Bodies moved close to each other, sweaty, loud, alive.No one knew me here.That was the point.I stood there for a second, just inside the club, letting the noise wash over me. Nobody stared. Nobody whispered my name. Nobody judged me. I was just another girl in a red dress under fake lights.I took a breath. A real one.“Good,” I whispered to myself. “Just blend in.”I headed straight for the bar.I didn’t even look around. I didn’t want to see couples. I didn’t want to see people holding hands. I didn’t want to see anyone who reminded me of what I had just left behind.The bartender looked up when I reached the counter.“What can I get you?” he asked, leaning closer so I could hear him over the music.“Something strong,” I said.He li
SELENEI shoved forward before my brain could catch up with what my body was already doing.“Selene.”My voice got swallowed the second it left my mouth. The room was too loud. Too bright. Too full of people who did not matter.Someone grabbed my arm. “Adrien, darling, that speech was—”“Not now.” I pulled free without even looking at her. My eyes were still locked on the space where Selene had been standing. A second ago she had been right there. Her dark hair, that dress she had picked even though she had said she didn’t care, her shoulders tight like she was holding herself together by force.Now she was gone.“Selene,” I called again, louder this time. “Selene.”A man stepped into my path, smiling, holding out a glass. “A quick word, Adrien. My wife would love—”I brushed past him. The glass tipped. Someone gasped. I didn’t stop.Every step felt wrong. Like I was already late. Like something had already slipped out of my hands and I was just now realizing it.“Selene!”People turn
SELENEI kept walking.I heard him call my name the first time, sharp and clear, cutting through the noise behind me.“Selene.”My steps didn’t slow.I heard it again, closer now. Faster. Like he was already moving.“Selene, wait.”His voice followed me down the hall, echoing between the walls, mixing with music and laughter and clinking glasses. The party didn’t stop just because I was falling apart. It kept breathing. Kept living.I didn’t look back.If I looked back, I knew I’d stop.If I stopped, I’d listen.If I listened, I’d let him explain.And I didn’t trust myself to survive whatever explanation he had.The sound of the party faded as I pushed through the doors, but it didn’t disappear. It followed me outside, muffled and distant, like a reminder that the world I was leaving was still very much alive without me.The cold hit me hard.It wasn’t gentle. It didn’t ease in.It slapped.My breath caught in my chest as the night air wrapped around me, sharp and biting against my sk
NAOMI*********FLASH BACKFive hours before the party, my phone rang while I was sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at my reflection like it might give me answers.I already knew who it was.I didn’t rush to pick up. I let it ring twice. Three times. Long enough to remind myself that I still had control. Then I answered.“Mireille,” I said calmly.“Naomi,” she replied. Her voice was smooth, measured. “I’m glad you answered.”“I told you I would,” I said. “You said this was important.”“It is,” she said. “Tonight needs to go exactly as planned.”I leaned back on my pillows, crossing my legs. “Then talk to me.”There was a pause. Not hesitation. Calculation.“The party tonight,” Mireille began, “is not just a celebration. It’s a stage.”I smiled faintly. “I figured.”“She thinks she’s done something impressive,” Mireille continued. “She thinks effort earns belonging.”“She?” I asked, even though I knew.“Selene.”The name rolled off her tongue like something unpleasant.I let out a
*********Selene didn’t slow down as she crossed the last stretch of the room.Adrien noticed her a second too late.He turned just as she stopped in front of them, her face tight, eyes bright with something sharp and uncontained. He opened his mouth instinctively.“Selene—”“Is this what you were busy with?” she cut in.Her voice wasn’t loud, but it carried. It sliced clean through the hum of conversation around them. Naomi’s smile faltered instantly.Adrien frowned. “What?”“I’ve been looking for you,” Selene said, her words coming fast now. “All over this room. I thought maybe you’d been pulled aside again, or stuck with your father, or buried in business talk. But no. You’re here.”She gestured between him and Naomi with a stiff hand.“Talking to her.”Adrien’s expression shifted. “Selene, it’s not—”Naomi laughed softly, trying to ease the moment. “I was just saying hello. There’s no need for—”“Shh,” Selene said sharply, not even turning to look at her. “I’m talking to my husban
SELENEI ended up on the balcony without really remembering how I got there.The door shut softly behind me, cutting off the noise of the party. The music dulled into a distant hum. Laughter turned into echoes. Cold air brushed against my bare arms, sharp enough to pull me back into my body.I leaned both hands on the railing and bent forward slightly, breathing hard.Slow.In.Out.My heart was still racing, like it hadn’t gotten the message that nothing had actually happened.Yet.I pressed my forehead briefly against the cool metal and closed my eyes.That moment replayed itself without asking for permission.Adrien’s hand at my waist. The way he’d pulled me in without hesitation. The way the room had disappeared when I looked up at him. The way his eyes had held mine, steady, unreadable, close enough that I could count my breaths between us.It hadn’t felt staged.It hadn’t felt polite.It had felt… real.And that scared me more than Mireille’s words ever could.“What was that?” I







