My parents demanded the password to my penthouse apartment right in fr…

the crystal centerpieces. She looked past the waitstaff lined up against the walls. Her gaze locked onto the back corner of the ballroom.

She found me.

She raised the microphone back to her lips.

“Samantha,” she called, her voice echoing through the speakers, “come join me up here.”

The string orchestra played a soft, uplifting chord. Three hundred pairs continue reading …