Chapter 63 Echo Of Silence

• Rachel POV
• When Bonnie and I finally descended the stairs, the silence hit me like a punch. The music, which had pulsed through the house just minutes ago, had stopped. The conversations, the laughter, the toasts — all ceased, as if time had frozen the moment Celine turned the party into a spectacle of rage. The air still carried a bitter taste, a mix of scandal and embarrassment, lingering over the room like an invisible fog.
• I looked around, and the faces stared back. Some shocked, others curious, most laced with suspicion. The guests, who had been smiling and dancing earlier, now exchanged glances and whispers, their eyes fixed not on me but on Bonnie.