Cecilia's pov
The guests who had followed us descended into panic the moment they realized we couldn't exit.
"Mrs. Dahlia!" The Real VIP exploded, her usual poise gone. "What exactly is this? Are you trying to kidnap us?"
Harper glanced up, her jaw set with tension. "Looks like k********g was the plan all along."
Yvonne's face went pale as moonlight.
Mrs. Dahlia looked genuinely rattled.
She rushed to the doors and tugged at them with both hands, shaking her head frantically.
"They can't be locked. I don't understand--this wasn't supposed to happen!"
More guests overheard the exchange. Panic spread like fire in dry grass.
"There really is no signal!"
"What the hell is going on?"
"My husband will bury you if something happens to me!"
"Open the doors! Open them now!"
The women--
