FIA
"What?"
I stared at my father's face and waited for something to change. For the shock to deepen. For guilt to finally settle in once he realized how callous those words had been. It did not. Whatever was there would never be enough, and I realized that with a calm that scared me.
"What I did?" The scoff tore out of me before I could stop it, sharp and ugly and honest.
"Do not make a scene here." His voice dropped, tight and warning. "This is our first time at a gathering like this, and bringing your…"
He stopped. The word he did not say lingered anyway, heavy and obvious. I heard it as clearly as if he had shouted it.
My eyes slid past him to where Isobel and Hazel stood together across the room. Isobel looked composed, serene in that way that always meant she felt victorious. Hazel's mouth curved slightly, like she had already collected something she came for.
They started to walk towards us.
