Chapter 8

Becca's Pov

Gently treading down the stairs, I glance up to see my mother gazing at me with overflowing pride. Her eyes sparkle with joy and love as she takes in my appearance. "You look absolutely perfect," she exclaims, beaming at me. My heart swells with warmth and happiness at her words. "Thank you, mum," I reply, returning her smile with equal enthusiasm. My eyes wander over her, taking in every detail of her ensemble. She looks stunning in her sleeveless, black gown that hugs her figure in all the right places. "Wow, dad won't even recognize you," I tease, praising her beauty. She gives a playful twirl, showing off the flowing fabric of her dress. "Oh stop it with the compliments or we'll never make it out of here," she laughs.

We step out into the cool night air, the soft glow of streetlights illuminating our path. Excitement bubbles within me as we make our way to the grand hall where the feast is being held. The rhythmic beat of music drifts through the air, growing louder