Chapter 82: The Old, Fancy Life

Chapter 82: The Old, Fancy Life

Night’s P.O.V

I couldn’t get away from Rosalie’s clutches fast enough. She had stalled, keeping me from going after Kai, and no matter how much I tried to blame her for all this mess; I knew she wasn’t the actual problem.

I shouldn’t have kept this from Kai to begin with…and now that he had learned the truth from an outside source, I was worried that he would be getting the wrong idea.

However, that conversation with Rosalie seemed to have taken a really long time, because when I finally got back to the hall where the shooting had taken place, I found that the entire Student Council was gone and the volunteers were already starting to wrap up the equipments and decor.

The set was slowly being put away—chairs and tables folded and neatly tucked into boxes, clothes and props stored properly according to function, backdrops rolled and loaded into storage.

Something about this whole setting felt symbolic…as if it wasn’t just the set being torn down, but min