I broke free from Marcella's grasp as we got to the living room.
Marcella's gaze momentarily widened at me, and her cherry red painted lips crimped in disapproval, suggesting she was taken aback by my actions toward her.
But I would rather appear rude to one of Enid's friends than be caught dead on the spot. I couldn't risk my family recognizing me.
My gaze darted across the entire living room in a futile attempt to find the perfect spot to hide until I could figure out a getaway plan.
Time seemed to freeze as I vacillated between scurrying up the stairs or slipping behind the gigantic flower vase a few spaces away. The latter seemed to be the safest option.
I bolted straight away from the brooding family that bore nothing but pain and stealthily stood behind the gigantic flower vase.
It was the only place I could remain unnoticed. Sauntering up the stairs was only going to steer my family's attention my way. And that wasn't healthy.
But why were they here? Did they notice me during the ceremony and come for a confirmation?