"Even if the outside world is wonderful, being alone is lonely in the end." Eva's words carried a weight meant for someone specific. "Unlike here, where I still have you friends."
"Then stay."
Several mutual friends chimed in, clearly trying to broker peace. "Back then, you pursued your career and insisted on going abroad. Now you're a world-famous pianist. Time to settle down, right? You're twenty-nine. If you don't consider marriage soon, you'll miss your chance."
Eva smiled, half-joking, half-serious. "I'd like to. I'm just afraid someone won't welcome it."
"Impossible. If you came back for good, everyone would be overjoyed."
The small talk flowed. The atmosphere livened up.
Naturally, the games began.
The room was full of the rich and noble, but the man at the apex of the pyramid was undoubtedly Adrian Harding.
No one dared prank Adrian.
Sara wasn't so lucky.
During the third round of Truth or Dare, the bottle spun and pointed directly at her.
Knowing she'd studied dance, someone immediately goaded her to perform on the spot, denying her the option to choose Truth.
Sara wasn't stupid. She heard the malice dripping beneath their smiles.