Alexandria

Jane and I slipped into the back of the manor, forgoing the front door. Just before making my way up to my room, I remembered Chelsea.

I worked my way to her room, avoiding the first floor. After all, it was a madhouse. There were people everywhere, arranging flowers, setting up buffets, and stocking various bars. I’d forgotten to ask Jane how many people were invited. Maybe it wasn’t forgetfulness as much as apathy. I didn’t give a shit. ...