ELLA

“Going somewhere?” she asked in a strained voice. I stared at her for a moment, watching as her grip tightened on the glass she was holding, and for the first time since I met her, I realized that Lyla was right. She was a pretty good actress.

She knew how to keep the façade of being a great host going. She could put up a good show for the cameras, but at the end of the day, there were a few cracks in her act that showed her real emotions. The anger in her eyes from earlier was still present, and the way her voice strained when she spoke...