Carrie squeezed Zeda’s hand. “Alright, I’ll go with you, and don’t you dare protest,” she said, cutting Zeda off before she could say a word.

“Oh, she’s crying!”

“Wasn’t this party meant for a celebration? Heartbreak can be joy killer.”

The mockery and laughter from the crew followed them as they left the room, fading only when they reached the corridor leading outside.

“I really want to tear that bitch apart,” Rose said, following them out.

“Me, too,” Carrie ...