~CELINE'S POV~

I want to disappear. If the floor could crack open and swallow me whole, I wouldn't even scream. I wouldn't even care. Not when I can feel a hundred pairs of eyes crawling over me, judging me, undressing me—blaming me. 

Blaming me for standing where I shouldn't. For dancing with a man I have no business touching. For breathing in a room that doesn't belong to me.

I bow my head, my fingers trembling against the frayed seams of my plain dress. It still smells faintly of ...