The guests’ shrieks and the crashing of broken china echoed in the Grand Conservatory. I stumbled forward, my heart pounding in a frantic rhythm, trying to make sense of the pandemonium. Everything felt surreal; the ornate decorations, the elegant guests, the elegant chaos unfolding around me.
Sarah’s grip on my wrist was the only thing tethering me to reality. Her urgency propelled my legs to move even though my mind lagged behind, trying to comprehend the magnitude of what was happening. Had David really planned something sinister for this night? The thought was terrifying, yet as I saw his furious expression, a part of me knew my sister was right.
We burst through the kitchen doors, startling the staff who were busy cleaning and organizing. They looked at us with confusion as we sprinted past. The clatter of pots and the clink of silverware were drowned out by the alarms ringing in my head
“Where are we going?” I gasped, struggling to keep up with Sarah’s frantic pace.
“Just keep running,” she panted, not slowing down. “We need to get out of here before he…”
