Angela stayed in the washroom a moment longer, her fingers trembling as she adjusted her dress and smoothed her hair. The sound of the gala beyond the door felt distant, almost unreal, a stark contrast to the heat and urgency that had consumed her moments ago. Her reflection in the mirror offered little comfort, flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and eyes alight with emotions she couldn't untangle.
Her lips still tingled from Edmund's kisses, her body betraying her resolve with lingering traces of warmth. But her heart? Her heart was a storm, crashing against the walls of her chest with each conflicting emotion that coursed through her.
Angela inhaled deeply, trying to steady herself before stepping back into the glittering chaos of the ballroom. Edmund had told her to stay put, but staying isolated only fed the anxiety gnawing at her. Whatever "problem" Mark had mentioned, it was clearly important and Angela couldn't shake the feeling that it involved her.