Prom night.It was supposed to be magical.A final celebration of our high school years, filled with sparkles, music, secret kisses, and wild laughter. A night for dancing in heels that hurt and whispering dreams about college, about freedom, about the future.Daphne and I had planned it all. We’d spent weeks sketching out dresses in the back of notebooks during literature class, browsing Pinterest boards for makeup looks, deciding on who would do whose hair, laughing over who might kiss who by the end of the night.We’d been inseparable then.And now, now I was sitting on my bed, in complete darkness, still in my pajamas while the rest of the school danced their hearts out under fairy lights and paper stars.My room was suffocating.I'd locked the door and shoved a blanket under the gap so no light would slip out and give me away. Mom thought I was out. She hadn’t knocked, hadn’t called. She had no idea I never left.And I didn’t want her to know.She was too happy lately. Too excite
Chapter 13 — The Gala NightIt was the night everyone had been waiting for the Delwinco family's gala event.An annual affair of class and spectacle. But this year, it was more than just tradition. This year, it was about me and Ruben.Our engagement was finally going to be announced publicly.The mansion was alive with glowing chandeliers, golden threads of laughter, and the clinking of glasses. The Delwuncos were hosts, yes but more than that, they were thrilled. The engagement meant more than just a celebration. It was a symbol. A merging of two very different worlds: theirs and mine.Even my mum was glowing with silent pride.She never said it directly, but I could feel it in her eyes. She was given the whole day off to prepare her first in months. She practically danced around the house, humming old love songs, fussing over the perfect dress, turning our small space into a fitting room full of scattered shoes and hair pins.“Lia,” she beamed, spinning in her wine-colored gown, “D
The week moved slowly, dragging its weight across my shoulders like wet cloth. At school, whispers chased me down the hallways. I could feel the stares, even when I didn’t look up.People noticed. Of course, they did.I didn’t wear the engagement ring. I didn’t even know where it was. Ruben hadn’t brought it up since that evening, and I hadn’t asked. He gave me space but not too much. Like he was hovering, waiting for me to say yes again, this time when there weren’t twenty people watching.Daphne still wouldn’t speak to me.She passed me in the halls like I was invisible. I wanted to pull her aside, tell her everything tell her how it wasn’t planned, how none of this was but every time I opened my mouth, my heart dropped into my stomach.Because she was right. I hurt Ken. I hurt her. I hurt myself.Prom was just days away now. The posters were everywhere: “A Night Under the Stars” printed in cursive gold. My friends asked if I’d still go. I said maybe. I lied. I knew I wouldn’t.Coll
I didn’t sleep that night.Even long after I changed out of the dress and washed off the makeup, Daphne’s words clung to my skin like something I couldn’t scrub off. You’re a whore. The way she said it like I wasn’t her best friend, like she didn’t know me sliced deeper than anything Ruben or Ken had ever done.I kept replaying everything. The garden. Her face. Her voice. The storm in her eyes.I didn't even say yes. Not really. I nodded like a coward caught in headlights. But maybe the damage had already been done long before then.I didn’t go to school the next day. My chest felt too tight. My head, too heavy. I stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember who I even was before all this. Before Ruben. Before Ken. Before that dinner table that turned my entire world inside out.By afternoon, my mother knocked gently and peeked in. “You okay, Lia?”I didn’t answer immediately. I just nodded, and that seemed to satisfy her. She didn’t push. She never did.Later, I finally g
It had been two weeks since I last saw Ken.Two weeks of silence… of pretending… of guilt burrowed so deep in my chest, I could barely breathe without tasting it.School didn’t help. It was numbing and mechanical. I moved through the halls like a ghost. No one noticed not even Daphne. Not the way she used to. And honestly, I was thankful for it. I didn’t want to lie to her again.That evening, I came home exhausted. My feet ached, my brain fogged from back-to-back review classes and college forms I hadn’t even started filling out. When I passed by the Delwunco estate, I heard music, laughter spilling out of the windows, distant clinking of glass but I didn’t stop. Whatever celebration they were having, I didn’t want any part in it.I took a shower, changed into something simple, and collapsed onto my bed… until my phone lit up.Daphne: Family dinner, hope your attending.I couldn't say I wouldn't attend, even mum would attend.My mum was already getting dressed by the time I walked int
I stayed home from school that day. Not because I needed rest though God knows I did, but, because Mom hadn’t been feeling well. She’d woken up with a pounding migraine, barely able to sit up, and I couldn’t imagine leaving her alone.Her job meant everything to her, and the fact that she agreed to stay home without protest told me how badly she needed the break.“Sweetheart, can you go to the Delwunco house and grab the lavender oil from the cabinet in my workroom?” she mumbled, shielding her eyes from the light. “Mrs. Delwunco uses it for her sinus aches. I think it’ll help.”“Of course,” I said, kissing her temple before slipping on my jacket.The estate felt different today quieter somehow, colder even in the morning sun. I walked through the gate with ease, a privilege that came with being part of the house even if unofficially. The guards nodded at me like they always did, but everything still felt… off.I made my way up the side entrance, the one my mother used, and quietly ste