#Chapter 131: Truth or Drink

Hannah I descended the staircase, my hand trailing along the polished banister. The chatter from the living room grew louder as I approached, and I took a deep breath before taking the last step. For a moment, I just paused, smoothing down the front of my dress. It was the night before the Lunar Festival and, just a few hours prior, Noah had informed me of his intent to have a gathering at the house—a gathering which, much to my chagrin, would include Zoe. I hadn’t seen Zoe, nor had I spoken to her since the day I had showed up at her house. That was a week ago now, and I supposed that a stupid, tiny part of me had hoped that I wouldn’t have to see her at all before the Lunar Festival. But here we were. Finally, I nodded to myself, rounded the corner, and stepped into view. The conversation died as every head in the room turned toward me. I felt my cheeks flush under their scrutiny, acutely aware of how my dark blue dress clung to my slightly fuller