The girls had been so caught up in their fun that they hardly noticed the sun dipping below the horizon. Clarissa had already slipped away some time ago, hoping to avoid her mother's questions before suspicion kicked in.
Selina stayed behind with Annabelle, needing to unload the heavy burden weighing on her. She was overwhelmed and unsure of what to do, hoping Annabelle's advice could help her through it.
"I rushed over because you texted me about something urgent. What's going on?" Annabelle asked, noticing the strain in Selina's expression.
Selina sighed.
"Annabelle, I'm confused. I don't know how to handle this alone. The more I try to escape one problem, the deeper I fall into another," she mumbled in a weary tone.
She just needed someone to pour out the emotions gnawing at her—before they swallowed her whole.
"What do you mean?" Annabelle asked, frowning in concern.
"Clarissa is betrothed to Zane. They're getting married soon," Selina replied quietly.
