Forty: Balcony

Whenever she goes to a party at a house like the Murphy Mansion, she always finds the time to separate herself from Declan's crowd. The place is so big, she was bound to find an area where no one goes to.

That night, it was the second-floor balcony facing the vast garden at the back. She could see the reflection of the glittering moonlight on the pond. The stillness of the night somehow settled the turbulence in her mind.

The sound of people laughing at Brian's jokes was faintly heard from where she stood with a glass of champagne in her hand. She'd been taking a glass from every corner of the house where they serve it, chugged it down her throat trying to forget what Declan said about having a triplet, and ... Selma Curtis.

She felt the hair on her back stood up, the low-cut dress couldn't protect her from the chill breeze. She rubbed her arms and sighed. She didn't want to go back inside now that the news about the triplet had become the party's main discussion or more like the part