I push open the door, eager for escape.
“What’s wrong?” Neil asks behind me.
I glance back in time to see Archer stand and whisper in his ear. Neil’s eyes go wide.
“Angela,” he corrects, far too late. “Will you marry me, Angela?”
Then, suddenly, everyone starts talking at once.
I dip out into the foyer and don’t look back again as the door closes behind me. Yet even out near the bar, everyone has turned to look at me, like they already heard everything Neil said. Is the sound wired out here?
I can’t tell. I can’t hear anything anymore except the pounding of my own heart and Mia’s screams. Though, oddly, now that we are out of that room, Mia seems to be calming.
But I don’t know what to do. I very well can’t go back into that room. People might not know who Chloe is, or maybe they do
