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CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN

Nursing a glass of champagne, I gaze blankly at the crowd of people talking in hushed tones. You could occasionally hear someone’s laughter ring out louder than others. The vibrant, classy music being played the orchestra added to the radiant ambience in the room. What a happy, fun event for all parties involved.

Sitting in the armchair by the unlit fireplace, I shifted my gaze to my glass, watching the drink fizz with bubbles and ran my tongue over my lower lip. I covered my trembling hand with the other, anxious for my mates to return. It was blessing not to have anyone approach me but I do not think I could last long among this people. If only I had my ability to see aura, it would be easier to know who would want me hurt or not.

I finished the rest of my drink in a single gulp then placed the glass on the ornamental stool beside me. My stomach tossed around like a petulant wave. I sighed and looked around for a waiter, needing another glass in my hand. Being sober did me no good
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