Amelie’s POV

The party is wall-to-wall people. Peter leads Tiff through the crowd by the hand, and in return, Tiff has a death grip on my hand. We wade through the sea of people until we reach the large kitchen. Every surface in the kitchen is covered in alcohol bottles. Several guys try to thrust cups into my hands, which I politely decline. It’s so overwhelming for me. I feel like I can’t breathe. I see the back door in the kitchen and signal to Tiff that I’m just going to pop outside for some fresh air.

I step outside and breathe in the fresh air. I was never one...