CHAPTER 4
SABRINA
Sophie was right.
The party's not half-bad...when you're halfway to being drunk.
After a few drinks, the feeling that I'm being watched by everyone around me slowly fades from my consciousness, and all I can take in is the utter splendor of it all.
The Plaza Grand Ballroom is filled with elegant wood-beamed ceilings, stunning stained-glass lamps, and enough light to illuminate the splendor.
Everything absolutely dazzles.
The art. The exotic flowers. The hardwood floors.
There's an orchestra in the corner. A full bar. And high-class waiters in crisp suits mixed in with the men in tuxes.
My spirits rise. For the first time in months, I feel confident. Strong.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the bar and stop, taking a long look at who I've become.
