Turning My Life Around
The pristine cream was smeared and dirtied by shoe soles.
Laura, who had just turned eighteen, hadn't even taken a bite of her cake.
My mom wanted to argue, but she was escorted away by security.
Inside the banquet hall, you could still hear a few middle-aged men lecturing their daughters. They were Laura’s friends.
Quietly, William and I watched from the sidelines, and no one knew our involvement.
"Are you happy?" William stared at me charmingly with his large and bright eyes.
I nodded and slightly pursed my lips, saying, "Very happy."