The Birthday Ball

Content Warning: This chapter contains mild language, sexual themes, and attempted sexual assault. Emily. The night of the triplets' birthday ball arrives too quickly, and I find myself standing in front of the mirror, staring at the dress Leo gave me. It's a beautiful thing, all lace and silk. I slip it on as I smooth the fabric over my hips. It looks like the kind of dress you would have fantasized about as a child reading princess fairy tales. But alas, my life is not a fairy tale. "This is it," I mutter to myself. I arrive at the mansion where the triplets had their party. This is another King family property. As I stepped in, I felt out of place among the opulence and the crowd of wealthy, drunken teens. The place is buzzing with excitement, the music loud and the alcohol flowing freely. I weave through the crowd, searching for Arya. The only good thing to come out of this party is that Arya will be there. I begged her to come, otherwise I don't know if I would have been clinical