Chapter 8 Maid Of Death

• I stood frozen, the image of her killing my mother and hurting my face replaying in my mind as I clenched my fist in fury.
• I knew I should quietly walk past them, but I was still in my party outfit, which felt quite awkward, making me look like a paid escort.
• It wasn't long before Vesper's eyes met mine, and she leaned in to whisper to Max as they both stared at me. It must have been terrifying for them to see me standing there in such revealing clothing, trembling with tears streaming down my face.