The last thing Naomi remembered was her parents being taken to the hospital. And now, here they were, standing as though nothing had happened. Wasn't Anna supposed to be in reverend school?
A knot tightened in Naomi's stomach, unease clawing at her. She clutched Zylan's arm a little tighter, her fingers trembling slightly as she processed what she was seeing. What could they possibly be doing here?
Little did Naomi know, their presence at the ball was nothing more than a pretense. Her father, ever concerned with his reputation, had undoubtedly orchestrated this appearance for his carefully crafted public image.
Zylan, who had noticed Naomi's sudden change in demeanor, leaned in closer, his deep voice steady and calm.
"Eaglet, Are you okay?"