Karen's POV

I walked into the ballroom and caught my breath. Crystal chandeliers spiraled down from the arching sky-blue ceiling, illuminating the glimmering golden walls. I looked at the guests, they all wore sparkling and new dresses. In the sky, the moon provided lightning in the house.

I found my way through the crowds of drunk people and champagne-bearing waiters. A girl pushed into me, grinding, forcing me into dancing. My voice pushed out into her ear, low but firm, "Get off me, bitch."

Almost everyone was drunk and you with a few people in corners, either talking or making out. I stood idle, by the door for a few...