Chapter 80 Detonation In C Minor

• MARISOL
• The party had finally ended. The last guests had gone, and the mansion stood shrouded in an unsettling silence. The cleaning crew wouldn’t arrive until morning. That night, the remnants of celebration littered the house. Half-empty glasses, abandoned plates, wilting flowers left to rot.
• My heels clicked against the marble floor as I wandered through the house, my mind a tangled, restless mess. At the bar, I poured myself a heavy glass of whiskey, watching the amber swirl beneath the dim light. I took it outside with me, letting the cool night air bite against my skin.