Chapter 19
Helen's POV
After redoing my makeup and smoothing down the slit of my long dress, I slipped back into the hall.
"Helen, where did you go? I've been looking everywhere," Sloane said, slightly out of breath, like she had run a marathon.
"I just went to the restroom," I replied, forcing a small smile. My thighs pressed together on instinct, and I prayed she wouldn't notice the tension in my posture.
She tilted her head, one brow arching as her gaze dropped briefly to my legs. "Are you okay? Don't tell me Ash Marino dragged you into the restroom."
I rolled my eyes, letting out a soft scoff. "Please. I just went for a quick touch-up.
"Hmmm… okay. I saw Derick storming out of the party," she said, lowering her voice, eyes searching mine. "Did something happen between you two?"
"Nothing," I replied, biting my lip, hoping the word sounded more convincing than I felt.
"What.."
Sloane's question died in her throat.
"Well, well… look who I found."
