Allie gripped the glass of water. The lights in her penthouse were off, but a faint light passed through the glass walls.
She had left the party after her confrontation with Evan. She didn't agree with what he proposed but said she would think about it.
She slumped into her couch, still wearing her dress. She unclasped her heels and put her feet up on the couch, as the cold floor was uncomfortable. Her fingers took off the hair tie, letting her hair fall. She brushed it with her fingers, feeling frustrated.
Allie remembered when this all started. After she finished high school, her father wanted her to go abroad for college, just like Bryce did.
She didn't want that, but she ended up doing it anyway. She was in her third year, about to finish the final semester, when she heard the tragic news of her grandma's death.