"Where did they all go?" Fiona muttered, spinning around like someone had just stolen her entire social life.
"Miss, they're on the dance floor."
Brian's voice appeared out of nowhere, nearly launching Fiona's soul out of her body.
"GOOD LORD—!" she clutched her chest dramatically. "Since when have you been standing there?" She looked at him, startled and a little flustered, still catching her breath. "Ewwphh… you almost scared me."
"Sorry, miss—I didn't mean to startle you," Brian said quickly.
"It's alright," Fiona replied, her voice light, almost dismissive.
She slipped into the empty room and quietly shut the door behind her. The music outside dulled into a distant thrum as she crossed the space, heels clicking softly against the floor. She stopped by the glass wall, her gaze drifting downward to the dance floor below.
Her eyes searched the crowd, moving from face to face.
Nothing.
A faint crease formed between her brows.
