CLAYTON POINT OF VIEW.

When I went back to the balcony, the party was almost in full swing again. The crowd had gone back to what they were doing, drinking, dancing, carousing, before Nadine's rant, but there was something missing in the air that had been present. Something had dulled and I knew Nadine was the cause.

At that instant, I felt so much hatred for her.

My mother was still in the corner where she had been, now seated. Trent was chatting with a group of people. I could tell from ...