Chapter 32

Vanessa

The soft glow of early morning filters into the room, revealing the silhouette of Danny perched in the corner, a faint sheen of dim light catching on the glass cradled in his hands. I'm pretty sure it's tequila. In this world, I guess mornings don't begin with the comforting aroma of coffee but with the biting edge of alcohol to numb all the violence and death going on.

"Where's Diego?" Heavy with the weight of worry, the question slips from my lips, anchoring my tone. I didn't see him at all yesterday, he didn't even sleep in our bed. Despite his absence, Trixie showed up for another Brazilian wax, which seemed more painful than the first time. Last night, I immersed myself in reading, waiting for him until I passed out from exhaustion. Strangely, I felt...lonely. It's an unsettling feeling, considering I've spent the majority of my life content with only my sister.

"There's an important event you need to attend today. Wear something casual, you will be prepped there,"