Chapter 44 : “Paranoia”
*Roanne’s POV*
The thump-thump of the bass from the speakers matched the erratic beat of my heart as I stepped into the event room, a space too small for the enormity of my paranoia. My fingers traced the delicate fabric of my dress, a shield against the stares that pricked my skin like needles. The forced smile on my lips felt as brittle as glass.
"Happy birthday, Roanne!" Lizzie, ever the effervescent soul, pulled me into a hug. Her voice, a soothing balm, cut through the loud noise.
"Make a wish that'll shake the stars," Anne Marie chimed in, her grin infectious. They were the ropes keeping my feet on the ground, their laughter a counter-melody to my internal tumult.
"Thanks, ladies," I managed, my voice a traitor to my distress. My gaze flitted across the room, catching sight of Lila, flushed and radiant, with Caleb and Nina crowding her like mischievous sprites. Their tipsy giggles punctuated the air, a reminder of simpler times.