“It’s my mother’s keepsake!” I fought against him. “Ryan, you were there when my mother handed it to me on her deathbed! You said you’d help me keep it safe!”
He wouldn’t meet my eyes. He yanked the chain hard. With a snap, it broke, the silver moon falling to the ground.
Sophia stomped on it instantly—the delicate silver warped, the engravings shattered.
“You’re insane!” I shoved her.
She cried out and deliberately stumbled backward, crashing into the champagne tower.
Glasses shattered, red wine and ice splashing over me. Shards cut into my arm, blood instantly mixing with the wine as it ran down.
Ryan didn’t spare me a glance. He rushed to Sophia, holding her trembling body. His voice shook. “Sophia, are you okay? Are you hurt?” He called for the butler. “Get a doctor, now!”
His friends all swarmed to console Sophia. No one asked if I was hurt. No one cared about the ruined keepsake on the floor.
I crouched down, picking up the bent silver moon, my fingertips smeared with blood and wine.
The music in the mansion still played, but the last shred of hope in my heart shattered completely.