Chapter 13

Hushed silence enveloped the room as all eyes were fixed on Bellatrix, who currently sat on the floor, drenched in champagne and surrounded by the shattered glass. The scene looked like a scene straight out of a movie. But unfortunately for Bellatrix, this was her reality. Her cheeks burned and she bit hard on her lower lip, forcing herself not to cry as she felt the cold liquid run down her skin, leaving behind a sticky feeling in its wake. The first person to break the silence was Damien. He rushed towards her in the blink of an eye, getting down on one knee and placing his hands on both sides of her shoulders. "Are you okay?" He asked, his eyes scanning her body. Bellatrix, however, didn't answer. She couldn't. She was embarrassed, humiliated and most of all, she wanted to curl into a ball and disappear from the watching eyes. The only thing that was keeping her grounded was the pain that came from digging her nails into her palm. But even that, couldn't drown out the shame she felt