*Briella*

“I… of course, Mother,” I responded, unsure why she wanted to speak privately. My mind swirled through a million and one reasons she could have for wanting to take this conversation outside, each worse than the last.

The grandeur of the ballroom, with its lively melodies and kaleidoscope of swirling gowns, faded behind me as I led my mother through the arched doorway. A cool breeze kissed my cheeks, chasing away the heat that danced upon my skin from the ...