Alex's POV Without another word, I pushed through the crowd, forcing my way towards the entrance.She's out there. She's out there on the street all alone. And worse still, on the night of Le Bal des Étoiles—dressed in beauty on the surface, but underneath wore something ugly.My mind was so occupied with these thoughts, that I couldn't hear Eric screaming my name again. Maybe he had stopped or I was just too far now to hear a thing. I got to the front door, panting. It's okay if she's upset, if she's mad at me because I know she will. But I hope she is out here instead, trying to get some space, some air, to think or something. The entrance was close to empty,ggiven that Le Bal des Étoiles was in full swing and most of the guests were inside. Only a few singles had withdrawn from the celebration for profitable mingling, discussing with their glasses of wine in hand, their laughter breaking the silence at intervals like background melody.My mind was so occupied with these thoughts
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