Eliana POV

The dinning room buzzes with life and laughter as my eyes look for Noah.

I've never really noticed that a space can be brighter with smiles, especially when you're not excluded from it.

A hand wraps around my wrist as I turn and see Alyssa. She pulls me towards the table, as I watch long blonde locks crowd my vision.

"Alyssa, your hair is getting in my mouth," I say, swatting it back on her shoulders.

She stops and cheeses at me.

"Sorry, I let it down and it goes everywhere." She laughs.

"Yeah, I can tell." Someone shoves my shoulder as I stumble back a few inches....