Ella
I arrived home that night, the weight of the evening still heavy on my shoulders. The glittering chandeliers, the fancy gowns, the laughter and chatter of the party all seemed like a distant dream as I stood in my dimly lit apartment, still wearing my beautiful white dress.
The words Logan had spoken to me on the drive home lingered in my mind, a soothing balm to the chaos of emotions I felt. His promise that no one would get hurt, the determination in his eyes, it somehow made me feel a little better. But could I really trust him?
I unzipped my beautiful white dress and let it fall to the floor, my reflection in the mirror looking pale and lost.
Logan was a part of a world I knew nothing about, a world that seemed both thrilling and terrifying. What would my parents t
