'No! No! No! Absolutely not! There's no way I'm going to that party. She's Bianca Warners, and as if she's not popular and rich enough, her soon-to-be husband is Carl O'Neill, a well-known billionaire. Only the crème de la crème, the elite of society, will be there. What are the chances that... that... Bruno or my family will be there too?' I thought, and their faces flashed in my mind.

The air in my lungs turned hard like gravel, breathing was like running on knifes and my stomach lurched. My head spun and the world turned grey and blur.

'What if I meet them there? I don't know if Sebastian's...