My hands were shaking.
The message kept replaying in my mind, a gun to my mother's head, haunted every second I tried to breathe.
And Aurora. That wicked smirk she gave me across the room. She wasn't even trying to hide it.
I couldn't stop myself. I walked down the steps slowly.
I didn't feel my legs moving, I just knew I had to get to her. People were staring, whispering, confused. Some guests stood, others pulled out their phones, murmuring things I couldn't hear.
My feet dragged along the floor until I reached her row.
She looked up at me with that same calm, polished face. Her legs crossed. Like she hadn't just threatened my mother's life. I grabbed the neckline of her dress and pulled her up.
"Where is she?" I cried, voice cracking. "Where is my mother?! Why do you have my moth
