Help

Adea

I should probably be afraid but I couldn’t find it in me to be. Ethan nodded and smiled at the crowd but his grip on me told a different story. Instead of fear I felt satisfaction knowing that he knew, or at least suspected. I did my best not to look like I was dreading the rest of my night, my future, or my life, but I wasn’t doing very well.

I was introduced to a few people but I did the bare minimum. I doubted I would see any of these people again. There was one woman who asked me if I was feeling okay. I could feel Ethan’s eyes on me but I reassured her I was fine. There was no use in reaching out to her or anyone else here. No one would help me.

Help.

I was reminded of the dressmaker. Trying not to be obvious I slowly scanned the crowd for dirty blonde hair but I couldn’t find anyone that had Gabriel’s build. He said he would help me tonight. I’d almost forgotten. As much as I wanted to cry and give up I couldn’t. Even if the outcome was bleak. Gabe was my last sliver of hop